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 Thailand and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pantaleimon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
DNA,
Icehouse,
Popol Vuh,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
Banda Bassotti,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
The Cowsills,
Peter and Kerry,
Rapeman,
Joe Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash,
Underground Resistance,
Q and Not U,
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delta 5,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fuzztones,
The Stooges,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
The Fugs,
Arthur Verocai,
the Association,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
Symarip,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Seeds,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.