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 Guyana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Pussy Galore to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Piero Umiliani,
Second Layer,
Organ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalann,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
AZ,
Groovy Waters,
The Red Krayola,
Sexual Harrassment,
Average White Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sound Behaviour,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pole,
The Martian,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Y Pants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Underground Resistance,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monks,
Alphaville,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.