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 Madagascar and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Busters,
OOIOO,
ABBA,
Dead Boys,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
the Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx,
The Count Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Erasure,
Matthew Bourne,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
The Black Dice,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stiv Bators,
Rotary Connection,
Das Ding,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funky Four + One,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Certain Ratio,
Rakim,
The Leaves,
Subhumans,
The Mojo Men,
Zapp,
Wolf Eyes,
Fela Kuti,
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.