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 Zambia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Mary Jane Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
Faraquet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Subhumans,
Skaos,
K-Klass,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
Laurel Aitken,
Clear Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Outsiders,
June Days,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
Altered Images,
In Retrospect,
T. Rex,
Funkadelic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q and Not U,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
Country Teasers,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible,
Quantec,
World's Most,
Letta Mbulu,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians,
Magma,
Matthew Bourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Ituana,
Barry Ungar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
JFA,
Sparks,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.