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 Albania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
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 sitar 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 Pierre Henry to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
The Vogues,
David McCallum,
Symarip,
Rekid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fall,
Malaria!,
Tres Demented,
The Busters,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Teasers,
EPMD,
The Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Groovy Waters,
Hardrive,
Wolf Eyes,
David Bowie,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Offenders,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
Scrapy,
Deadbeat,
Boredoms,
Moss Icon,
Scion,
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
The J.B.'s,
Porter Ricks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Suburban Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
Juan Atkins,
Pulsallama,
Brand Nubian,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.