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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Gong to the grunge 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül II,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agent Orange,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shoche,
Sällskapet,
Don Cherry,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
Chris Corsano,
Easy Going,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
Alton Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
Circle Jerks,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Essential Logic,
The Golliwogs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anakelly,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dead Boys,
Can,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sarah Menescal,
The Busters,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.