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 Rwanda and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Tubeway Army to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Gang of Four,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
Moebius,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hasil Adkins,
Steve Hackett,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
The Cure,
Gichy Dan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers,
Technova,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anakelly,
The Monochrome Set,
Television,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
The Blackbyrds,
Ohio Players,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos,
Don Cherry,
Nas,
Altered Images,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Barracudas,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.