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 Egypt and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Unrelated Segments to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zapp,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
ABC,
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Index,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig,
Yellowson,
Henry Cow,
John Foxx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily,
Rapeman,
CMW,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül,
The Blues Magoos,
Q65,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
Arab on Radar,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cal Tjader,
Nils Olav,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Todd Terry,
Radiohead,
Kayak,
Skriet,
Magazine,
Absolute Body Control,
Piero Umiliani,
Television,
Mars,
Minutemen,
The Cure,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.