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 Togo and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Yazoo to the crunk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Monochrome Set,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swell Maps,
Steve Hackett,
Idris Muhammad,
Quantec,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
The Golliwogs,
The Cure,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
EPMD,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magma,
Bill Near,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
The Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Glenn Branca,
Lyres,
Drexciya,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed,
Q65,
Angry Samoans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Babytalk,
The Toasters,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scan 7,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slackers,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.