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 Peru and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dead Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons,
Moebius,
The Count Five,
Masters at Work,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
Colin Newman,
Cluster,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
The Martian,
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Inner City,
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Bush Tetras,
The New Christs,
Con Funk Shun,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
Brothers Johnson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moss Icon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABBA,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
The Pop Group,
Simply Red,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.