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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Model 500 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
OOIOO,
Second Layer,
Fela Kuti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
MC5,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
Malaria!,
Glenn Branca,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
The Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Guru Guru,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Los Fastidios,
The Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
Quantec,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Germs,
Charles Mingus,
Agitation Free,
Peter and Kerry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
Pantytec,
The Red Krayola,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Godley & Creme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.