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 Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bauhaus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
Visage,
Monolake,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Mills,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brass Construction,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
Morten Harket,
Average White Band,
Camouflage,
Technova,
The Remains,
The Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
Wally Richardson,
Alphaville,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Kaleidoscope,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deepchord,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
Altered Images,
Tommy Roe,
The Saints,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.