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 Malta and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swans,
The Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
AZ,
10cc,
Half Japanese,
The Fugs,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Zero Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Busters,
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Hashim,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soulsonic Force,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals,
Urselle,
Skarface,
EPMD,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
Lindisfarne,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ponytail,
Michelle Simonal,
Dave Gahan,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
Dark Day,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.