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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Amon Düül II to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
Chris & Cosey,
Radio Birdman,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Second Layer,
Index,
Zapp,
The Offenders,
Harmonia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bronski Beat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Index,
Oblivians,
The Happenings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
The Toasters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
This Heat,
Peter and Kerry,
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.