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 Argentina 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Tim Buckley to the rock 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science,
Tres Demented,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cowsills,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Red Krayola,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
B.T. Express,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nirvana,
Magma,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang of Four,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Outsiders,
Maurizio,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
Index,
Lyres,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.