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 Singapore and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Dave Gahan,
Buzzcocks,
The Associates,
Kurtis Blow,
X-101,
Niagra,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Theoretical Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Inner City,
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bush Tetras,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slits,
Rod Modell,
Gang of Four,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Byrd,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marshall Jefferson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt,
Cecil Taylor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aloha Tigers,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anthony Braxton,
Gong,
Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
The Fugs,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
The Divine Comedy,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.