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 East Timor and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ludus,
Lalann,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Lydon,
Pole,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
Skarface,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17,
Pantytec,
Bronski Beat,
Flipper,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
Qualms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
a-ha,
The Knickerbockers,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
The Saints,
kango's stein massive,
Make Up,
Black Flag,
Slave,
Gang Green,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
The Five Americans,
Minnie Riperton,
Guru Guru,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deakin,
Chrome,
EPMD,
Dead Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
Moby Grape,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics,
Pagans,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.