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 Fiji and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Suburban Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Knickerbockers,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
Von Mondo,
The Fugs,
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sparks,
Grauzone,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kayak,
Graham Central Station,
ABBA,
Jacques Brel,
Slave,
Toni Rubio,
Zapp,
Joe Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monolake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Arthur Verocai,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doors,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
Simply Red,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
The Move,
Brass Construction,
Neu!,
Porter Ricks,
The Smoke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Howard Jones,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.