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 Mexico and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Silicon Teens to the techno 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Axelrod,
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims,
Robert Wyatt,
Mars,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
Alphaville,
Eli Mardock,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Procol Harum,
Outsiders,
ABC,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
Theoretical Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood,
Mandrill,
The Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maurizio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scion,
Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.