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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Arthur Verocai to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
New Order,
Jeru the Damaja,
Darondo,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
The Zeros,
The Mummies,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
Suicide,
The Raincoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
Archie Shepp,
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
The Stooges,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
These Immortal Souls,
Blancmange,
Minny Pops,
Fear,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
John Cale,
CMW,
Boredoms,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
Joe Finger,
Tom Boy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.