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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
The Black Dice,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
Stetsasonic,
Urselle,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
Visage,
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
X-Ray Spex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tears for Fears,
U.S. Maple,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
Darondo,
New York Dolls,
R.M.O.,
Thompson Twins,
Faust,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
Black Moon,
The Move,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Copeland,
Cameo,
Lou Reed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.