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 Belgium and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Coltrane 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
Negative Approach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pagans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
Fatback Band,
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
Stockholm Monsters,
kango's stein massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Joey Negro,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fugazi,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Near,
Public Enemy,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
Sight & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faraquet,
Toni Rubio,
The Dirtbombs,
Spoonie Gee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.