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 Albania and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 The Associates to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Negative Approach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
Talk Talk,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
Scion,
R.M.O.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arcadia,
Anakelly,
Second Layer,
Charles Mingus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
Jandek,
Thompson Twins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
Crime,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare,
Fela Kuti,
Peter and Kerry,
Magazine,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monks,
Scratch Acid,
F. McDonald,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Star Department,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.