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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Dave Gahan to the techno 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott Heron,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
Country Teasers,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Von Mondo,
The Dead C,
Robert Görl,
James White and The Blacks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
Graham Central Station,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
The Offenders,
Mars,
Jawbox,
Fela Kuti,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Popol Vuh,
The Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
Slave,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magazine,
F. McDonald,
The Invisible,
Todd Rundgren,
Excepter,
Livin' Joy,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.