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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Happenings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
Harry Pussy,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cowsills,
Lou Christie,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wolf Eyes,
Grey Daturas,
Letta Mbulu,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
The Angels of Light,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
Hardrive,
Gong,
Sixth Finger,
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warsaw,
Gang of Four,
the Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
Neu!,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.