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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
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 mellotron 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the disco 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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
Oblivians,
Smog,
Matthew Bourne,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül,
June of 44,
Soul II Soul,
Dual Sessions,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
Jawbox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Flipper,
DJ Style,
The Litter,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Babytalk,
Lightning Bolt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Duran Duran,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Godley & Creme,
Cameo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.