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 Iceland 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grunge 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Fall,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delta 5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alice Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks,
Guru Guru,
OOIOO,
The Dirtbombs,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magazine,
Inner City,
Sam Rivers,
Tears for Fears,
Theoretical Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Organ,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C,
Bill Near,
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Buzzcocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiohead,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.