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 Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Franke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Eddi Front,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
Dennis Brown,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minutemen,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
Junior Murvin,
Wire,
Lakeside,
Newcleus,
Fad Gadget,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry's Kids,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
Sandy B,
R.M.O.,
The Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol,
OOIOO,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marmalade,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sparks,
Janne Schatter,
Drexciya,
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Bowie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mantronix,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Names,
Godley & Creme,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.