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 Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fear to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
Cymande,
The Red Krayola,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
Toni Rubio,
DNA,
Leonard Cohen,
L. Decosne,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Porter Ricks,
The Black Dice,
Graham Central Station,
Boz Scaggs,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronnie Foster,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
Funky Four + One,
Masters at Work,
Kenny Larkin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
Nils Olav,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
The Toasters,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
The Buckinghams,
Deakin,
The Monks,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.