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 Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
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 arpeggiator 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 Siglo XX to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
cv313,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantaleimon,
The Buckinghams,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
Minor Threat,
Pagans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mars,
the Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
June of 44,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse,
The Standells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hoover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo,
Essential Logic,
Godley & Creme,
Skarface,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
Whodini,
Derrick May,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.