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 Cyprus and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kayak 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Monolake,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Hasil Adkins,
Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
The Remains,
cv313,
The American Breed,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
Fluxion,
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Motions,
Neu!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
The Doors,
Scan 7,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
Lindisfarne,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
Black Moon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Standells,
The Fortunes,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.