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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 Cure to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marvin Gaye,
La Düsseldorf,
The Golliwogs,
Moby Grape,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Crime,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
MC5,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Rites of Spring,
Pulsallama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cramps,
Schoolly D,
Sällskapet,
Byron Stingily,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
Archie Shepp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
Mark Hollis,
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
Amazonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fugs,
Zapp,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
Crash Course in Science,
Swans,
Organ,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.