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 Poland and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Normal to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Aaron Thompson,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
the Normal,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
Pere Ubu,
Yaz,
The Cramps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes,
Quadrant,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
Reagan Youth,
Hardrive,
Visage,
Warren Ellis,
The Stooges,
the Germs,
Shuggie Otis,
Lindisfarne,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wire,
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
Amon Düül II,
Pantytec,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brothers Johnson,
Skarface,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moebius,
Fat Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.