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 Iceland and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Tubeway Army to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
Metal Thangz,
Mantronix,
MC5,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Junior Murvin,
The Fall,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
Janne Schatter,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Foxx,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Index,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül II,
The Neon Judgement,
John Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.