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 Denmark and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
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 808 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 Joey Negro to the dance 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Lou Christie,
the Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cymande,
Sister Nancy,
K-Klass,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids,
Pagans,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
Dark Day,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
PIL,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
Animal Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
Main Source,
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
T.S.O.L.,
David Axelrod,
Warren Ellis,
Magma,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
Jawbox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slackers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.