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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Faust to the techno 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Rakim,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
The Cure,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
The Velvet Underground,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joyce Sims,
Ohio Players,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
Audionom,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
Soulsonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Young Marble Giants,
The Offenders,
Monolake,
Motorama,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith,
Joey Negro,
Stereo Dub,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.