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 Burundi and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Porter Ricks to the grime 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
June Days,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
AZ,
The Slits,
Rapeman,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stetsasonic,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blancmange,
Gang Starr,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
The Alarm Clocks,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
The American Breed,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Wake,
The Doors,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
Sarah Menescal,
OOIOO,
The Pretty Things,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
Lou Christie,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
Wire,
Lightning Bolt,
Mr. Review,
Subhumans,
Angry Samoans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.