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 Hungary and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Man Parrish to the rap 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Ituana,
The Sound,
The Selecter,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
The Beau Brummels,
Icehouse,
Johnny Clarke,
Pole,
Derrick May,
Das Ding,
Main Source,
New Order,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry's Kids,
Slick Rick,
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry,
Outsiders,
Neil Young,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Young Marble Giants,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
Altered Images,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
the Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
Cluster,
Model 500,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.