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 Cambodia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Underground Resistance to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Almond,
Lindisfarne,
Rotary Connection,
Byron Stingily,
The Vogues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
Arab on Radar,
New York Dolls,
The Leaves,
Subhumans,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
Camouflage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mars,
In Retrospect,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Barry Ungar,
Isaac Hayes,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gladiators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Talk Talk,
The Victims,
The Smiths,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.