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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the techno 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
the Bar-Kays,
Franke,
Barry Ungar,
Connie Case,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anakelly,
Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Nas,
Swans,
Alison Limerick,
The Kinks,
Ken Boothe,
AZ,
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
The American Breed,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Smooth,
Technova,
Josef K,
Stetsasonic,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
Camouflage,
The Sound,
MC5,
ABBA,
Quantec,
X-102,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
Organ,
Magma,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
Faust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Underground Resistance,
The Monks,
KRS-One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
Sex Pistols,
The Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.