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 Switzerland 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Mad Mike to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
T. Rex,
The Monochrome Set,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt,
the Human League,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
Stetsasonic,
Warsaw,
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron,
Technova,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Schoolly D,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
Khruangbin,
JFA,
Mission of Burma,
Rapeman,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Techniques,
Rosa Yemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
Negative Approach,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kayak,
Sex Pistols,
Scientists,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
Mars,
The Residents,
Gichy Dan,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.