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 Guyana and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 EPMD to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sarah Menescal,
Theoretical Girls,
Pagans,
Warsaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonic Youth,
Pulsallama,
Index,
Massinfluence,
The Techniques,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
Mantronix,
Terrestrial Tones,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fatback Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Remains,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
DJ Style,
Max Romeo,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
Eve St. Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.