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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 T.S.O.L. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 linndrum and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
Blake Baxter,
Technova,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Leaves,
Zero Boys,
Black Flag,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front,
New York Dolls,
Colin Newman,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
UT,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Freddie Wadling,
Accadde A,
Qualms,
Scientists,
E-Dancer,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Sparks,
Sarah Menescal,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hashim,
Nas,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.