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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Bill Wells to the funk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Brick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shoche,
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
The Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
Camouflage,
Blake Baxter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
Pagans,
Ituana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Symarip,
Dead Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neu!,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
Jacob Miller,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
Terry Callier,
The Associates,
Soft Machine,
CMW,
PIL,
K-Klass,
Peter and Kerry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Mills,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.