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 Nauru and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ludus to the crunk 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Whodini,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound,
In Retrospect,
The Names,
Supertramp,
The Golliwogs,
The Fugs,
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Skaos,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
X-102,
Q and Not U,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crash Course in Science,
Lightning Bolt,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
Henry Cow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delta 5,
Goldenarms,
Ice-T,
Sight & Sound,
The American Breed,
Niagra,
Robert Görl,
Dead Boys,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.