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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sex Pistols to the rap 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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Dual Sessions,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
Swell Maps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Los Fastidios,
X-102,
Moebius,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
Pole,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mantronix,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tom Boy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cymande,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris Corsano,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
The Associates,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
Jacques Brel,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
Youth Brigade,
Lightning Bolt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape,
Au Pairs,
Circle Jerks,
Blancmange,
Scientists,
The Smiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.