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 Vanuatu and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Starr,
The Fortunes,
Harmonia,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crooked Eye,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suicide,
Parry Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
The Gladiators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Sheep,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick May,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Holt,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
The Neon Judgement,
Organ,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
Section 25,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.