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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the jazz 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Marvin Gaye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
The Monks,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Procol Harum,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Jandek,
Spandau Ballet,
Sound Behaviour,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
Sexual Harrassment,
10cc,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Hill,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
Trumans Water,
Maurizio,
Whodini,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Easy Going,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dead Boys,
The Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Ituana,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dark Day,
Mars,
Carl Craig,
Juan Atkins,
Swell Maps,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.