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 Singapore and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners,
Aaron Thompson,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wally Richardson,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
The Gladiators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soulsonic Force,
Harmonia,
Toni Rubio,
Flash Fearless,
Pylon,
The American Breed,
Adolescents,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
The Mummies,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sugar Minott,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jawbox,
Slick Rick,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.