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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Rekid to the electroclash 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minnie Riperton,
T. Rex,
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring,
The Blues Magoos,
Ken Boothe,
Duran Duran,
The Skatalites,
Byron Stingily,
Symarip,
The Vogues,
Shuggie Otis,
Fear,
Loose Ends,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
Warsaw,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
The Monks,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
Sparks,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Animal Collective,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
The Remains,
Charles Mingus,
Blancmange,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.