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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Altered Images to the rock 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 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 Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dead Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
Angry Samoans,
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
Crime,
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mars,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
Aswad,
Rapeman,
The Skatalites,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
L. Decosne,
UT,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare,
Bluetip,
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
Peter & Gordon,
D'Angelo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monochrome Set,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.