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 Tajikistan and from London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Colin Newman to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
Althea and Donna,
Harmonia,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Darondo,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry's Kids,
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
The Star Department,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yaz,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
The United States of America,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke,
Theoretical Girls,
Cymande,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
JFA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
China Crisis,
The Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Severed Heads,
Unrelated Segments,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
Dead Boys,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.