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 Tajikistan and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Seeds to the funk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
Shoche,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visage,
The J.B.'s,
Motorama,
the Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anakelly,
Nico,
the Bar-Kays,
The Black Dice,
The Music Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Foxx,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
Boz Scaggs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
The Durutti Column,
Janne Schatter,
The Doors,
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers,
Second Layer,
Scratch Acid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Green,
Eli Mardock,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.