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 East Timor and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rotary Connection to the techno 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Judy Mowatt,
Babytalk,
Black Bananas,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
The Index,
Scrapy,
DNA,
Connie Case,
Davy DMX,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deakin,
CMW,
The Black Dice,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
Ponytail,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Clarke,
MC5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
LL Cool J,
Monolake,
Quantec,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stetsasonic,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
cv313,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Steve Hackett,
Nico,
DJ Sneak,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.