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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 The Offenders to the grunge 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Sister Nancy,
Brass Construction,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Copeland,
The Smiths,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
The Cure,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Colin Newman,
The Skatalites,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Remains,
Oblivians,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.