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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lee Hazlewood to the jazz 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David McCallum,
Derrick May,
Tropical Tobacco,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
Bronski Beat,
Crash Course in Science,
Bush Tetras,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
The Cure,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faust,
The Zeros,
Aswad,
Cluster,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young,
Infiniti,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
The Angels of Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visage,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
Donny Hathaway,
Scan 7,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
Flipper,
Niagra,
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
CMW,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.