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 Malawi and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grunge 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas,
Fela Kuti,
Joey Negro,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
Gang Green,
Davy DMX,
Skriet,
Japan,
Magma,
Pierre Henry,
Suicide,
This Heat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masters at Work,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dead Boys,
the Association,
Cecil Taylor,
Joy Division,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
Warsaw,
Flash Fearless,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Clear Light,
Rekid,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare,
Pantaleimon,
Simply Red,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Offenders,
Scan 7,
Urselle,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erasure,
Stereo Dub,
Tom Boy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.