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 Denmark and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 The Golliwogs to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sound,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Laurel Aitken,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
Average White Band,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Barracudas,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Panda Bear,
Cheater Slicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scientists,
Schoolly D,
John Lydon,
Rod Modell,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
Fear,
Metal Thangz,
Mo-Dettes,
Connie Case,
Robert Hood,
Cymande,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.