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 United States and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Symarip to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
Ludus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy,
Reagan Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Names,
The Real Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cybotron,
Tubeway Army,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
Anakelly,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crime,
World's Most,
Banda Bassotti,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Selecter,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Connie Case,
Hardrive,
The Remains,
Ronan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Sherman,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
Jawbox,
Mad Mike,
Pulsallama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Buckinghams,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.