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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monochrome Set to the grime 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Eddi Front,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
Motorama,
Moebius,
Cameo,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Sex Pistols,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dead C,
Max Romeo,
The American Breed,
Man Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu,
Groovy Waters,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
Anthony Braxton,
Urselle,
June Days,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Mantronix,
Marine Girls,
The Black Dice,
Excepter,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
Peter and Kerry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
Hoover,
The Wake,
The Techniques,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.