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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 T.S.O.L. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
L. Decosne,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slackers,
Unrelated Segments,
Cheater Slicks,
The Red Krayola,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABBA,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABC,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker,
Visage,
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
Reagan Youth,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alison Limerick,
Agent Orange,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
Buzzcocks,
The Zeros,
Flash Fearless,
the Sonics,
Magma,
Blake Baxter,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.