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 Japan and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Stereo Dub to the dance 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Bad Manners,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Zero Boys,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
ABBA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
Rotary Connection,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yellowson,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
JFA,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kaleidoscope,
Harmonia,
Shuggie Otis,
Q65,
Visage,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
The Dead C,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.