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 Norway and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Camouflage to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
a-ha,
Moebius,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
Fela Kuti,
Josef K,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Reagan Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
John Foxx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
Eli Mardock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Robert Wyatt,
Mars,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.