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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quantec to the dance 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare,
Iggy Pop,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Germs,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Hood,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Finger,
The Fall,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
Reuben Wilson,
the Slits,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New York Dolls,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
Pagans,
Aswad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
Camouflage,
Bill Wells,
Gang Green,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.