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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 The Mojo Men to the grime 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
World's Most,
Moebius,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
Jawbox,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
The Barracudas,
Joe Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
LL Cool J,
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
Shoche,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Star Department,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Circle Jerks,
Cluster,
Fad Gadget,
Skaos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare,
Zero Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
Can,
Amazonics,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.