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 Mauritius and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Babytalk to the crunk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
Television Personalities,
Chris & Cosey,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Enemy,
Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
JFA,
Simply Red,
Hardrive,
Make Up,
Drexciya,
Arcadia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
The Stooges,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alice Coltrane,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.