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 Iceland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Nas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
Nico,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suburban Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
Simply Red,
KRS-One,
New York Dolls,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats,
Robert Hood,
Visage,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
The Tremeloes,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
DJ Style,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Neon Judgement,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fela Kuti,
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
The Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.