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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 The New Christs to the electroclash 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
Trumans Water,
Arthur Verocai,
John Lydon,
Technova,
The Move,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Foxx,
The Residents,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Clarke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
Aaron Thompson,
F. McDonald,
Danielle Patucci,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Malaria!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Remains,
Roxette,
Lou Reed,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.