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 Ghana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Black Flag to the punk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
the Swans,
Talk Talk,
The Birthday Party,
Surgeon,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
Depeche Mode,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Infiniti,
The Invisible,
Tom Boy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
Index,
Moby Grape,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
June Days,
T. Rex,
Icehouse,
Groovy Waters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oneida,
Interpol,
Althea and Donna,
The Grass Roots,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
Black Moon,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.