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 Uganda and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Star Department to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Lou Christie,
The Modern Lovers,
The United States of America,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter and Kerry,
Suicide,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
Rekid,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
Outsiders,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
Zero Boys,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joyce Sims,
the Slits,
The Star Department,
Liliput,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Faraquet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brothers Johnson,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.