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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marmalade to the electroclash 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stereo Dub,
The Misunderstood,
Quadrant,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Fraelich,
China Crisis,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalann,
Funky Four + One,
Gabor Szabo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
Eden Ahbez,
The Busters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fortunes,
Bauhaus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
Vladislav Delay,
Boredoms,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Terry,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ,
Yellowson,
Connie Case,
UT,
The Barracudas,
Technova,
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.