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 Finland and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
10cc,
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shuggie Otis,
Deakin,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
D'Angelo,
Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
The Neon Judgement,
Little Man,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Alphaville,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
The Blackbyrds,
Fad Gadget,
Y Pants,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
Eli Mardock,
Peter and Kerry,
The Birthday Party,
Babytalk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
Interpol,
John Foxx,
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One,
Leonard Cohen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minnie Riperton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.