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 Gabon and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Silicon Teens to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
Hot Snakes,
LL Cool J,
Interpol,
Excepter,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra,
The Blues Magoos,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
FM Einheit,
The Wake,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reagan Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxette,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
Lightning Bolt,
Drexciya,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
Joy Division,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
Bush Tetras,
Intrusion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
Severed Heads,
Laurel Aitken,
The Human League,
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu,
Blancmange,
The Slackers,
Brick,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.