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 Botswana and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Angry Samoans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
Mad Mike,
Chrome,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
Subhumans,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Unwound,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
Mr. Review,
The Victims,
Bronski Beat,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
ABC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dead C,
Piero Umiliani,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.