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 Italy and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Procol Harum to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
The Knickerbockers,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Panda Bear,
Section 25,
Ludus,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rufus Thomas,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
Agitation Free,
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Starr,
Bill Near,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
The Neon Judgement,
CMW,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare,
Arcadia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sound Behaviour,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.