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 India and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Fluxion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Offenders,
Sight & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cymande,
Peter and Kerry,
Bronski Beat,
Stereo Dub,
Duran Duran,
Schoolly D,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
Dead Boys,
Television,
Inner City,
The Cramps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Foxx,
Erasure,
Bootsy Collins,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
Morten Harket,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
UT,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
Second Layer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.