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 Tuvalu and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Severed Heads to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Barracudas,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
Theoretical Girls,
Howard Jones,
Lalann,
Dawn Penn,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Skatalites,
Chrome,
Boz Scaggs,
Alison Limerick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
Joensuu 1685,
The Saints,
The Associates,
Todd Terry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ice-T,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Bourne,
Grauzone,
Marmalade,
The Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
The Monks,
Brick,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aswad,
Pharoah Sanders,
a-ha,
The Vogues,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maleditus Sound,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.