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 Seychelles and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neon Judgement to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Urselle,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Görl,
Marc Almond,
John Foxx,
Hashim,
Pulsallama,
Brick,
Organ,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
The Litter,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.