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 Japan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Zapp to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Germs,
X-Ray Spex,
Television,
Black Bananas,
Sonic Youth,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gong,
Urselle,
Anakelly,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
The Human League,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wasted Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman,
Hashim,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Infiniti,
PIL,
X-102,
Icehouse,
Dual Sessions,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
Slave,
Scrapy,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.