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 Papua New Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Brick 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Sneak,
Malaria!,
The Velvet Underground,
Rod Modell,
Jawbox,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
Japan,
Erasure,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
T. Rex,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Fraelich,
PIL,
The Mojo Men,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neu!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
Ronan,
Spoonie Gee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
Rotary Connection,
Ken Boothe,
Isaac Hayes,
Underground Resistance,
Los Fastidios,
Audionom,
Joe Smooth,
Royal Trux,
R.M.O.,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.