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 Panama and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 United States of America to the disco 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television,
The Busters,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
Joyce Sims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
Sex Pistols,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
The Residents,
Television Personalities,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slave,
James White and The Blacks,
The Birthday Party,
Glenn Branca,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Misunderstood,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Enemy,
Blancmange,
La Düsseldorf,
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cymande,
Rekid,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deadbeat,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Section 25,
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
Alison Limerick,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.