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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Symarip to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suicide,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rapeman,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
Dawn Penn,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
Masters at Work,
Ludus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
In Retrospect,
Bill Near,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
Sun City Girls,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
Grauzone,
Mission of Burma,
Shuggie Otis,
Motorama,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Excepter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
Janne Schatter,
The Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
The Birthday Party,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.