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 Morocco and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Heaven 17 to the techno 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
Rod Modell,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
Swans,
Organ,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
EPMD,
Au Pairs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One,
Malaria!,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
B.T. Express,
Magma,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Simply Red,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
Aswad,
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scrapy,
UT,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.