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 Vietnam and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Symarip,
Nils Olav,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lower 48,
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Stereo Dub,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Inner City,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Juan Atkins,
The Count Five,
the Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quando Quango,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
The Names,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
Eddi Front,
Masters at Work,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Lynne,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
Vladislav Delay,
Fela Kuti,
X-101,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Swell Maps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers,
Nico,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alton Ellis,
Bauhaus,
The Fuzztones,
Josef K,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.