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 Djibouti and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Malaria! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terrestrial Tones,
Subhumans,
Barbara Tucker,
Connie Case,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swell Maps,
Kerri Chandler,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marmalade,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Babytalk,
X-102,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions,
Niagra,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan,
Interpol,
Vladislav Delay,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gap Band,
Quantec,
Kenny Larkin,
Aloha Tigers,
Radio Birdman,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.