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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Foxx to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Chris & Cosey,
Crash Course in Science,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
Isaac Hayes,
FM Einheit,
The Smoke,
Tommy Roe,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
Los Fastidios,
Joey Negro,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
Don Cherry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rotary Connection,
The Gladiators,
The Fall,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Searchers,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke,
Au Pairs,
Babytalk,
Flash Fearless,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
Infiniti,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.