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 Uruguay and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Modern Lovers,
Roger Hodgson,
cv313,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
Television,
Neil Young,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Circle Jerks,
Q65,
Nas,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
Amazonics,
The Fortunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pagans,
Bauhaus,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
OOIOO,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
Icehouse,
Wire,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
Lightning Bolt,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
Camouflage,
Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
The Toasters,
Mission of Burma,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
Stereo Dub,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.