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 Laos and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 The Grass Roots to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Throbbing Gristle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Qualms,
The Toasters,
Radiohead,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman,
Sugar Minott,
June of 44,
Excepter,
Smog,
Fat Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
Television,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
Negative Approach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Angels of Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deepchord,
Masters at Work,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill,
Moebius,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
Faust,
Bad Manners,
Agitation Free,
Hot Snakes,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.