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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Techniques to the crunk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
Alton Ellis,
PIL,
Pole,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sam Rivers,
U.S. Maple,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
Gang Starr,
Derrick Morgan,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
Ohio Players,
Lalann,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
Deakin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
Section 25,
Cluster,
Cal Tjader,
The Blues Magoos,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
MDC,
Accadde A,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dirtbombs,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
Arcadia,
The Litter,
Babytalk,
Bobby Sherman,
Camouflage,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
Dead Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Mills,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.