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 Brunei and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dave Gahan to the funk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
T. Rex,
cv313,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
Ornette Coleman,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
Jeff Mills,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape,
The Fortunes,
Black Pus,
Theoretical Girls,
Urselle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sällskapet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brick,
John Foxx,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erasure,
X-101,
X-102,
The Trojans,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
10cc,
Stetsasonic,
Wasted Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ituana,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.