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 China and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Eric B and Rakim to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultravox,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pagans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy,
Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faust,
The Trojans,
Massinfluence,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
The Birthday Party,
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monks,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
Marc Almond,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Fear,
Yellowson,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül II,
Clear Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.