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 Nicaragua and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 China Crisis to the electroclash 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
Sam Rivers,
Peter and Kerry,
Crime,
Skarface,
the Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantaleimon,
Jacob Miller,
Michelle Simonal,
Brand Nubian,
New Age Steppers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Outsiders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Yaz,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Clear Light,
Gang Starr,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bob Dylan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Japan,
Scion,
Adolescents,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Flag,
Con Funk Shun,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
Bad Manners,
Intrusion,
The Gap Band,
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.