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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Absolute Body Control to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Shoche,
Zapp,
Hot Snakes,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
World's Most,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims,
Marine Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Bush Tetras,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
Drexciya,
Mark Hollis,
Ultra Naté,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Barracudas,
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moleskins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
John Holt,
The Standells,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Count Five,
Faraquet,
Icehouse,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kas Product,
John Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yaz,
Quantec,
Dead Boys,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
Ultravox,
The Doors,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.