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 Romania and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Vladislav Delay to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Symarip,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25,
Mission of Burma,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
the Soft Cell,
Little Man,
The Human League,
Brick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo,
Tommy Roe,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angry Samoans,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set,
Vainqueur,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
Malaria!,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
the Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang of Four,
Cybotron,
Rapeman,
Agitation Free,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.