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 Peru and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Dave Gahan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike,
LL Cool J,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Faust,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Talk Talk,
Kayak,
48th St. Collective,
B.T. Express,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Copeland,
Deadbeat,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
Television Personalities,
Scion,
Accadde A,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
Massinfluence,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
The Real Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
Monolake,
June Days,
Symarip,
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.