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 Niger and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Black Pus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dave Gahan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mars,
Harmonia,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smiths,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
Cybotron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Duran Duran,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
Negative Approach,
Von Mondo,
Au Pairs,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fat Boys,
The Motions,
Camberwell Now,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Pus,
X-102,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Lungfish,
Visage,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scan 7,
LL Cool J,
X-101,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.