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 Russia and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Prince Buster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Dave Gahan,
Outsiders,
Sandy B,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones,
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
Suburban Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Bourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
The Happenings,
Yusef Lateef,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
Average White Band,
Neil Young,
One Last Wish,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
John Lydon,
Reuben Wilson,
L. Decosne,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Royal Trux,
Nik Kershaw,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
Soul II Soul,
The Gladiators,
The Doors,
The Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Babytalk,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Lungfish,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
Bill Wells,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.