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 Tanzania and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Bizarre Inc. to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pole,
Qualms,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
Amazonics,
Funky Four + One,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
T.S.O.L.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Alphaville,
Josef K,
A Certain Ratio,
Angry Samoans,
Shuggie Otis,
Model 500,
Rites of Spring,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
The Blackbyrds,
the Normal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
The Victims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anakelly,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
These Immortal Souls,
CMW,
The Residents,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.