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 Turkey and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 New York Dolls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
Byron Stingily,
CMW,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
Marine Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Ice-T,
The Gories,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
Von Mondo,
Mantronix,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Symarip,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
U.S. Maple,
Inner City,
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
Scientists,
Donald Byrd,
The Five Americans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Remains,
Donny Hathaway,
Rosa Yemen,
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.