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 Israel and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Bill Wells,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
U.S. Maple,
The Walker Brothers,
In Retrospect,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
Leonard Cohen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barrington Levy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The United States of America,
Whodini,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
The Evens,
Roxette,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Josef K,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
X-Ray Spex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Pylon,
Gong,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.