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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pantaleimon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun City Girls,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Man Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
The American Breed,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
Trumans Water,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul II Soul,
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
MC5,
Alphaville,
Banda Bassotti,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
Slave,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
The Names,
The Moody Blues,
Albert Ayler,
Kaleidoscope,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.