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 Bahrain and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Outsiders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
The Fugs,
Janne Schatter,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Walker Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Intrusion,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
In Retrospect,
Darondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slackers,
Sonic Youth,
L. Decosne,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
Alison Limerick,
Fear,
Mark Hollis,
Rapeman,
Sound Behaviour,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs,
Mandrill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
Marcia Griffiths,
MC5,
New York Dolls,
Adolescents,
Lindisfarne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.