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 Spain and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Carl Craig to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Near,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronnie Foster,
Spandau Ballet,
Eurythmics,
Sonic Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Radio Birdman,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
Michelle Simonal,
Blancmange,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
Jacques Brel,
The Litter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wolf Eyes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mr. Review,
Jandek,
Sparks,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
Young Marble Giants,
Moby Grape,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slackers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Machine,
Half Japanese,
Dawn Penn,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Hood,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
Tom Boy,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.