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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Joey Negro to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
Average White Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra,
the Normal,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Black Flag,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alphaville,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Rundgren,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
UT,
Massinfluence,
The Wake,
Ludus,
Chrome,
Black Bananas,
Black Pus,
The Stooges,
The Zeros,
Harry Pussy,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
The Five Americans,
Deadbeat,
Kas Product,
Ituana,
Mark Hollis,
Sparks,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Lakeside,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
Patti Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
Suicide,
The Residents,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
OOIOO,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.