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 San Marino and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Red Krayola to the techno 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
Mars,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
Depeche Mode,
Oneida,
Magma,
John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siglo XX,
Cameo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
Maurizio,
Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxette,
Glenn Branca,
Alphaville,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Marcia Griffiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
Swans,
R.M.O.,
Grey Daturas,
Grauzone,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
Eden Ahbez,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Sister Nancy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul II Soul,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.