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 Fiji and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minny Pops to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
The Evens,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drexciya,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
Joe Smooth,
Average White Band,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
The Seeds,
Faraquet,
the Association,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.