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 Australia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Rosa Yemen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton,
New Order,
The Dirtbombs,
Boredoms,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unrelated Segments,
Ossler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joy Division,
Yazoo,
Joe Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
Unwound,
Eli Mardock,
Toni Rubio,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Teasers,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
Subhumans,
The Cure,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.