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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
John Lydon,
Tres Demented,
AZ,
Minor Threat,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
Silicon Teens,
Motorama,
Fela Kuti,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
June Days,
Faust,
Cluster,
The New Christs,
X-Ray Spex,
Faraquet,
Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
OOIOO,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Scan 7,
The Durutti Column,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul II Soul,
Los Fastidios,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Q65,
the Association,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlback,
UT,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skaos,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Fear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.