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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare,
Derrick May,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moody Blues,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ice-T,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantytec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wasted Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Techniques,
Second Layer,
Livin' Joy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Last Poets,
Joe Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scientists,
Lower 48,
Brothers Johnson,
Dave Gahan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
The Five Americans,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
E-Dancer,
Pierre Henry,
Icehouse,
DJ Style,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
Tom Boy,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.