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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Avey Tare to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
Delta 5,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
the Association,
Jandek,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arab on Radar,
Audionom,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Livin' Joy,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
Symarip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
Das Ding,
The Pop Group,
The Victims,
Marc Almond,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Con Funk Shun,
The Misunderstood,
Marine Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
Underground Resistance,
The Toasters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.