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 Uganda and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Q65 to the grime 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Names,
Derrick May,
Surgeon,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends,
Barry Ungar,
Aaron Thompson,
Erasure,
Alton Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants,
Ludus,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
Tom Boy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Banda Bassotti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
K-Klass,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joey Negro,
Morten Harket,
Jacques Brel,
The Count Five,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Q and Not U,
MC5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Theoretical Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings,
Essential Logic,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cowsills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
World's Most,
PIL,
Malaria!,
Delta 5,
Technova,
The Smoke,
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
David Bowie,
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
The Mummies,
David McCallum,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.