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 Djibouti and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Infiniti to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
Pagans,
The Black Dice,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
The Pretty Things,
Marvin Gaye,
Absolute Body Control,
The Motions,
Magma,
Hardrive,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
The Happenings,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T. Rex,
Anakelly,
The Misunderstood,
The Beau Brummels,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Silicon Teens,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Depeche Mode,
The Tremeloes,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
Joy Division,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Japan,
Pylon,
The Selecter,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Godley & Creme,
Youth Brigade,
Liliput,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
Lou Christie,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.