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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shadows of Knight 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Offenders,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
Scrapy,
Erasure,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
DNA,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
Qualms,
Brick,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
Spandau Ballet,
La Düsseldorf,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-101,
Sex Pistols,
Accadde A,
The Neon Judgement,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Reuben Wilson,
Yusef Lateef,
Crash Course in Science,
Junior Murvin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
Tim Buckley,
E-Dancer,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
Fatback Band,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.