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 Belize and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 The Gun Club to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
Talk Talk,
Visage,
Television Personalities,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
Depeche Mode,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
Peter & Gordon,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Average White Band,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
China Crisis,
Flash Fearless,
The Buckinghams,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
Curtis Mayfield,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.