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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Popol Vuh to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
Groovy Waters,
Spoonie Gee,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pole,
Depeche Mode,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Agitation Free,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
Altered Images,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
Jandek,
Scan 7,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
Zapp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
The Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
Alison Limerick,
The Blues Magoos,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Wolf Eyes,
Skarface,
Brass Construction,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Theoretical Girls,
Scientists,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.