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 Tunisia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
Connie Case,
Quantec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hoover,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minutemen,
The Searchers,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erykah Badu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
This Heat,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Warsaw,
Japan,
Bobby Sherman,
MC5,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
Malaria!,
cv313,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swell Maps,
Ornette Coleman,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lower 48,
Sandy B,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.