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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mark Hollis to the grime 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
the Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
Magma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Clear Light,
Radiohead,
Swell Maps,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
Jandek,
The Gories,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Thompson Twins,
Quantec,
B.T. Express,
The American Breed,
Jeff Lynne,
The Last Poets,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül,
The Velvet Underground,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
Q65,
U.S. Maple,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
Donny Hathaway,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
Robert Hood,
Skriet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Archie Shepp,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Style,
E-Dancer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.