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 Kuwait and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Henry Cow to the funk 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
Mars,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
Quadrant,
Sam Rivers,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
Wally Richardson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blancmange,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
Sparks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Slick Rick,
The Doors,
Judy Mowatt,
The Tremeloes,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex,
Ludus,
Schoolly D,
Scrapy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Byron Stingily,
Dave Gahan,
The Cramps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aloha Tigers,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.