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 Angola and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dead Boys to the electroclash 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Ludus,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Mills,
Oblivians,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
L. Decosne,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
Khruangbin,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
the Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Anakelly,
Deadbeat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masters at Work,
Ornette Coleman,
The Barracudas,
Flipper,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shoche,
cv313,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
Fatback Band,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.