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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Von Mondo to the rock 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
the Swans,
The Techniques,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
Bill Near,
Roxy Music,
Alison Limerick,
The Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sister Nancy,
These Immortal Souls,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
The Pop Group,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Duran Duran,
Make Up,
The United States of America,
John Foxx,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
The Fall,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Toni Rubio,
Magazine,
Connie Case,
Yaz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Lynne,
Desert Stars,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Almond,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
Mr. Review,
Outsiders,
Mars,
Max Romeo,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
Barbara Tucker,
UT,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound,
KRS-One,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.