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 Turkey and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pagans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Clear Light,
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
Surgeon,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
DNA,
The Techniques,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Association,
Public Enemy,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gap Band,
Scion,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pulsallama,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Five Americans,
The Dead C,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
Simply Red,
Arcadia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crooked Eye,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
In Retrospect,
The Durutti Column,
Suburban Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Flag,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.