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 Mongolia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Drive Like Jehu to the crunk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Pylon,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
Radiohead,
Joe Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
Morten Harket,
Fat Boys,
Visage,
Aswad,
Slick Rick,
The Walker Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donny Hathaway,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
The Music Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Mad Mike,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
Juan Atkins,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
Donald Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
Mo-Dettes,
The Evens,
Rosa Yemen,
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.