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 Canada and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 X-101 to the techno 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Scientists,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
Easy Going,
Hardrive,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
Henry Cow,
Barrington Levy,
The Move,
Delta 5,
Soulsonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
Model 500,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
The Star Department,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
Skriet,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Bourne,
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
Brick,
H. Thieme,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
Fugazi,
The Beau Brummels,
Khruangbin,
Man Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Black Pus,
The Kinks,
Neu!,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.