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 Taiwan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
A Certain Ratio,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Copeland,
Lungfish,
Susan Cadogan,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
The Techniques,
Vainqueur,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
Mr. Review,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
The Saints,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
a-ha,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dave Gahan,
World's Most,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
Jandek,
The Gap Band,
Sixth Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Bourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
Crooked Eye,
Motorama,
Fela Kuti,
Subhumans,
Banda Bassotti,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.