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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Essential Logic to the rap 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
The Gories,
John Lydon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Essential Logic,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter and Kerry,
kango's stein massive,
Index,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
LL Cool J,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sonics,
The Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
Marcia Griffiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Adolescents,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joy Division,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
Lou Christie,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Hood,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
Soft Machine,
UT,
The Litter,
Black Pus,
World's Most,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wasted Youth,
Neu!,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.