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 Ireland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Siglo XX to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Ludus,
Jacques Brel,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
Delta 5,
Dave Gahan,
China Crisis,
The Busters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
Sound Behaviour,
PIL,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Second Layer,
Masters at Work,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
Donald Byrd,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
Television Personalities,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q65,
Marmalade,
The Sonics,
Minutemen,
Bill Wells,
Scion,
Echospace,
Television,
Tim Buckley,
Moby Grape,
Youth Brigade,
X-102,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.