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 Honduras and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
The Busters,
Quando Quango,
Crooked Eye,
Mantronix,
CMW,
Arcadia,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Massinfluence,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Selecter,
Niagra,
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
Jawbox,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moby Grape,
Kas Product,
La Düsseldorf,
Scrapy,
Johnny Clarke,
Letta Mbulu,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aaron Thompson,
Gong,
Little Man,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
Faust,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
Erasure,
Quantec,
Stereo Dub,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.