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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the techno 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord 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 Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
Dawn Penn,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
Camouflage,
World's Most,
Robert Wyatt,
Minor Threat,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
Sight & Sound,
Rekid,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Brick,
Interpol,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
Moby Grape,
Boredoms,
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Knickerbockers,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Smooth,
cv313,
Shoche,
The Litter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
Ludus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Bananas,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Star Department,
DNA,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Hood,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.