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 Haiti and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Surgeon to the rock 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
The Mojo Men,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B,
The Names,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Severed Heads,
cv313,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
The Gladiators,
Laurel Aitken,
Maurizio,
Quadrant,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
Public Image Ltd.,
F. McDonald,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
Procol Harum,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crime,
Agent Orange,
L. Decosne,
Tommy Roe,
Young Marble Giants,
the Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
David Bowie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
Minutemen,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.