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 Kiribati and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 8 Eyed Spy 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
Lungfish,
Depeche Mode,
Patti Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Harmonia,
Harry Pussy,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
Circle Jerks,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Halsall,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fortunes,
The Move,
Black Moon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
Accadde A,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
Little Man,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
The Remains,
Cameo,
Maurizio,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.