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 Latvia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Fad Gadget to the grime 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Minor Threat,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Qualms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Starr,
Robert Hood,
The Cowsills,
DNA,
UT,
Amon Düül,
Sun City Girls,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scan 7,
The Blackbyrds,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MDC,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
The New Christs,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection,
the Germs,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.