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 Mauritania and from Accra.
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 Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the electroclash 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
Tropical Tobacco,
L. Decosne,
Juan Atkins,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sex Pistols,
Radio Birdman,
Buzzcocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris & Cosey,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
Blancmange,
John Holt,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
The Evens,
Ituana,
New York Dolls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Angels of Light,
Ultra Naté,
Yazoo,
Wings,
Deakin,
The Saints,
The Red Krayola,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sister Nancy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
Erasure,
Agitation Free,
The Remains,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.