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 France and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Fluxion to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Sister Nancy,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Banda Bassotti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
The Five Americans,
Marvin Gaye,
The Star Department,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Henry Cow,
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick,
Cheater Slicks,
Buzzcocks,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
Slave,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
Hot Snakes,
Gong,
Bill Near,
Cymande,
R.M.O.,
Theoretical Girls,
T. Rex,
John Foxx,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
Unwound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blancmange,
John Holt,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Copeland,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
Guru Guru,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.