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 Gabon and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Dave Clark Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sparks,
Panda Bear,
New Order,
Nico,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
Little Man,
Pere Ubu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
X-101,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
The Fugs,
The Moody Blues,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pretty Things,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
Ronan,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mandrill,
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
Wings,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.