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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter & Gordon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
Parry Music,
Rekid,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
Wasted Youth,
the Germs,
John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Sheep,
48th St. Collective,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis,
Pussy Galore,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Copeland,
Blossom Toes,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
Clear Light,
Technova,
The Gap Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Buzzcocks,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
a-ha,
Sam Rivers,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
Neu!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Au Pairs,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
Black Flag,
Roxette,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television Personalities,
The Martian,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.