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 Antigua and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Hoover to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
One Last Wish,
Scan 7,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man,
The Zeros,
David McCallum,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover,
Tres Demented,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fluxion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aaron Thompson,
L. Decosne,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
Panda Bear,
Oneida,
David Bowie,
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soulsonic Force,
Nico,
Minutemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fortunes,
Erasure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Joy Division,
Schoolly D,
Dennis Brown,
The Stooges,
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Aural Exciters,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
Sandy B,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.