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 Jamaica 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Excepter to the techno 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Funkadelic,
Swans,
Make Up,
Dual Sessions,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
Tres Demented,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash,
Danielle Patucci,
Subhumans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sister Nancy,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Massinfluence,
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.