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 Georgia and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Boogie Down Productions to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neu!,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
In Retrospect,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
Hot Snakes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Golliwogs,
Roxy Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Don Cherry,
Second Layer,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
UT,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
Nico,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
Subhumans,
Visage,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Görl,
T.S.O.L.,
Schoolly D,
The Beau Brummels,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
Moby Grape,
Babytalk,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket,
Brand Nubian,
Gichy Dan,
Wolf Eyes,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.