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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Vladislav Delay to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
June of 44,
Wasted Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
Darondo,
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
AZ,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Faraquet,
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League,
Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
Marc Almond,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
Roxette,
Sällskapet,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas,
The New Christs,
The Toasters,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
The Smiths,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
Jawbox,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Sherman,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.