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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
Simply Red,
X-102,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras,
LL Cool J,
PIL,
the Slits,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tommy Roe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
Warsaw,
Slave,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
Black Moon,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
Robert Wyatt,
Zapp,
The Cowsills,
The Gun Club,
Rotary Connection,
The Birthday Party,
Ken Boothe,
Don Cherry,
The Moody Blues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.