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 Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Shuggie Otis to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
MC5,
Pere Ubu,
Scientists,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
Tears for Fears,
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hardrive,
Neu!,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
kango's stein massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Zeros,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Fear,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Bush Tetras,
The Durutti Column,
Organ,
Babytalk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
Gang Green,
the Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cowsills,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABC,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vladislav Delay,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.