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 Angola and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May 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 techno 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Byron Stingily,
Livin' Joy,
Black Flag,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül II,
Goldenarms,
Symarip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oblivians,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Basic Channel,
Shoche,
Kas Product,
8 Eyed Spy,
D'Angelo,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
The Grass Roots,
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delta 5,
The Gun Club,
Magazine,
Los Fastidios,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Con Funk Shun,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultravox,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Susan Cadogan,
Cybotron,
Gang Green,
The Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Sandy B,
Accadde A,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
Liliput,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.