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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Thompson Twins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smiths,
Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Christie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
the Germs,
The Monks,
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
John Lydon,
Sparks,
Whodini,
Glambeats Corp.,
cv313,
Unwound,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pole,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
Cluster,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Popol Vuh,
Piero Umiliani,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.