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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Fuzztones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Unwound,
The Golliwogs,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fugazi,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
The Modern Lovers,
Animal Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Soulsonic Force,
Basic Channel,
The Gladiators,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
T. Rex,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-Ray Spex,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacques Brel,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
Michelle Simonal,
Mark Hollis,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marmalade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scan 7,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.