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 Oman and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 U.S. Maple to the jazz 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt,
Altered Images,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
Yaz,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
James White and The Blacks,
Loose Ends,
CMW,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
The Toasters,
Mars,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
Arab on Radar,
Franke,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
Unrelated Segments,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks,
Au Pairs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.