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 Tunisia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Walker Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
the Bar-Kays,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
the Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Los Fastidios,
CMW,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magma,
Radiohead,
Dennis Brown,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
The Angels of Light,
Camouflage,
Visage,
Yellowson,
Technova,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Womack,
Inner City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Brass Construction,
The Fortunes,
Panda Bear,
The Evens,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.