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 Rwanda and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
In Retrospect,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Echospace,
Motorama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pulsallama,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronan,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
Country Teasers,
Shoche,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
Nirvana,
Symarip,
The Real Kids,
Anakelly,
Infiniti,
Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Marine Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Visage,
James White and The Blacks,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Simply Red,
The Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.