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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Lower 48 to the punk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
The Modern Lovers,
PIL,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Last Poets,
Terry Callier,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Flag,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suicide,
The Barracudas,
Donny Hathaway,
Hot Snakes,
Audionom,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
Kerri Chandler,
Banda Bassotti,
The Durutti Column,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
Agitation Free,
Zapp,
the Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Pulsallama,
Eve St. Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
Neu!,
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
The Doors,
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Trumans Water,
The United States of America,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantytec,
The Saints,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.