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 Bolivia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Foxx to the grunge 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
Deakin,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
Patti Smith,
Joe Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Motorama,
Spoonie Gee,
The Searchers,
Tres Demented,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
Alison Limerick,
Mad Mike,
Dead Boys,
Subhumans,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
Babytalk,
The United States of America,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Accadde A,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
Quadrant,
MDC,
X-102,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
Black Bananas,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
The Motions,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.