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 Morocco and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Darondo,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
Mad Mike,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
John Cale,
Wings,
Alice Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
DNA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dual Sessions,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
Josef K,
The Victims,
The Index,
Arcadia,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
PIL,
Stereo Dub,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cal Tjader,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
Joy Division,
Motorama,
Slave,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians,
The Busters,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
The Saints,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
Suicide,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
JFA,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pole,
John Lydon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.