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 Panama and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Neil Young 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
The Searchers,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Dave Gahan,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sister Nancy,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultra Naté,
Tommy Roe,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Red Krayola,
the Normal,
The Smoke,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
Lyres,
Don Cherry,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves,
Magma,
Alison Limerick,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
Sight & Sound,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.