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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stockholm Monsters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '80s.
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 Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo,
Rotary Connection,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
Cluster,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
Mantronix,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
the Slits,
Circle Jerks,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
Accadde A,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
The Kinks,
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
Black Pus,
Skarface,
Silicon Teens,
Yaz,
Harmonia,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
The New Christs,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Hood,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Talk Talk,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
Brick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.