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 Chile and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Five Americans to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
Can,
The Doors,
Accadde A,
Franke,
Mars,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eddi Front,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television Personalities,
Joensuu 1685,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
Laurel Aitken,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mojo Men,
The Skatalites,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cameo,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Connie Case,
The Wake,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
Eve St. Jones,
Fad Gadget,
John Foxx,
Swans,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.