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 Qatar and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rock 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
Cameo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
The Skatalites,
Newcleus,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
Ornette Coleman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Danielle Patucci,
Groovy Waters,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
Loose Ends,
Cal Tjader,
Eve St. Jones,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
The Zeros,
Franke,
The Moody Blues,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach,
Brick,
Au Pairs,
Nils Olav,
Graham Central Station,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.