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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
48th St. Collective,
Kas Product,
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
Eden Ahbez,
Surgeon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pole,
The Slits,
Rekid,
Goldenarms,
Camouflage,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
China Crisis,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
The Moleskins,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick Morgan,
Essential Logic,
Nas,
Brick,
Eddi Front,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
Rod Modell,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
Marc Almond,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.