Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Portugal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Negative Approach to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Birthday Party,
Aloha Tigers,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
Television,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Sherman,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
Slave,
H. Thieme,
Young Marble Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
Vainqueur,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
Scion,
Alice Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Country Teasers,
The Remains,
Mandrill,
Zapp,
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Near,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slackers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Althea and Donna,
Swans,
Fear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scrapy,
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.