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 Ghana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Visage to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Country Teasers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ossler,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
The Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo,
Dennis Brown,
The Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
Zero Boys,
Joy Division,
Yaz,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
CMW,
Brass Construction,
Lalann,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jawbox,
Mad Mike,
Absolute Body Control,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents,
The Index,
Cybotron,
Goldenarms,
The Pretty Things,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magma,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funky Four + One,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
Josef K,
Scientists,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.