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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
Roxette,
John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang of Four,
The Alarm Clocks,
DNA,
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson,
Faust,
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Subhumans,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Half Japanese,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
Icehouse,
10cc,
Josef K,
Banda Bassotti,
Adolescents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
Robert Hood,
Faraquet,
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
Funkadelic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shuggie Otis,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
Fela Kuti,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minny Pops,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.