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 Jordan and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
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 clarinet 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 X-102 to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
Agent Orange,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
The Selecter,
Organ,
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Motorama,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders,
World's Most,
Bronski Beat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quantec,
Soul II Soul,
The Victims,
John Cale,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Newcleus,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Ossler,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore,
Quadrant,
Desert Stars,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.