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 Japan and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Stiv Bators to the crunk 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Junior Murvin,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tom Boy,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vainqueur,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
Organ,
Wings,
The Residents,
Nico,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
Man Parrish,
The Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
Pagans,
the Normal,
Minny Pops,
Pere Ubu,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Colin Newman,
The Invisible,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Five Americans,
The Star Department,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.