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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Kinks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alphaville,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Radio Birdman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
48th St. Collective,
Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Pole,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
Tubeway Army,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
Sandy B,
Blossom Toes,
The Cramps,
Ice-T,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bauhaus,
The Leaves,
John Cale,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Das Ding,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.