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 Estonia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lebanon Hanover to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
John Holt,
Mission of Burma,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Niagra,
Maleditus Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David McCallum,
Thompson Twins,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
Pulsallama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
Lower 48,
Anthony Braxton,
ABC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
Lightning Bolt,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reuben Wilson,
Liliput,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Leaves,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television Personalities,
Rites of Spring,
Visage,
Joensuu 1685,
Bad Manners,
Groovy Waters,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oneida,
Metal Thangz,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.