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 Malawi and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Bobby Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
Sparks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
Dennis Brown,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
The Index,
Vladislav Delay,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
B.T. Express,
The Associates,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
Adolescents,
Oneida,
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
Joy Division,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacques Brel,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear,
Delta 5,
Derrick Morgan,
Nirvana,
Mantronix,
June Days,
Lungfish,
Groovy Waters,
The Young Rascals,
Zapp,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tim Buckley,
OOIOO,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.