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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fad Gadget to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Urselle,
Jawbox,
Bobby Sherman,
Grauzone,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Black Pus,
Hardrive,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Modern Lovers,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
The American Breed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott Heron,
LL Cool J,
Ohio Players,
Hot Snakes,
Donny Hathaway,
Metal Thangz,
the Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
Newcleus,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
The United States of America,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
Eve St. Jones,
Symarip,
Sixth Finger,
Quadrant,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Busters,
Nas,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.