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 Antigua and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Crooked Eye to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red 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?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sound Behaviour,
Mars,
CMW,
Ultravox,
Japan,
E-Dancer,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
One Last Wish,
John Lydon,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
Masters at Work,
Pantytec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Franke,
Nas,
Lalann,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mantronix,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
Talk Talk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Infiniti,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn,
AZ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
Soulsonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Blancmange,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shoche,
Can,
the Slits,
This Heat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.