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 Burkina and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Niagra to the dance 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
Lalann,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
Sex Pistols,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
Derrick May,
Can,
Dead Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nico,
Sandy B,
The Golliwogs,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neu!,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dead C,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
The Neon Judgement,
Gichy Dan,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
the Slits,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.