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 Tonga and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 The Seeds to the rock 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Ultravox,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
Dead Boys,
Television,
The Litter,
Supertramp,
Kas Product,
Franke,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
The American Breed,
DJ Style,
Mo-Dettes,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
JFA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
Sandy B,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Buzzcocks,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
Sister Nancy,
Brothers Johnson,
Yazoo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Porter Ricks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
Cybotron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs,
Masters at Work,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Rundgren,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ohio Players,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.