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 Slovenia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Real Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
Rapeman,
Dave Gahan,
Deepchord,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Index,
The Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
Tim Buckley,
kango's stein massive,
The Smoke,
Roxette,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kas Product,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Names,
Don Cherry,
The Mojo Men,
Wasted Youth,
the Swans,
Audionom,
Massinfluence,
Negative Approach,
Black Bananas,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
Pierre Henry,
Drexciya,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crime,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
The Gories,
E-Dancer,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
The Smiths,
Flipper,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
Fear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.