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 Finland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 the Germs to the jazz 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Finger,
David Bowie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Juan Atkins,
Porter Ricks,
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
the Slits,
the Germs,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Starr,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chrome,
E-Dancer,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
Deakin,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sonics,
Mantronix,
The New Christs,
Popol Vuh,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agitation Free,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neu!,
Ossler,
X-102,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cramps,
Flipper,
Tres Demented,
Animal Collective,
In Retrospect,
Monolake,
kango's stein massive,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.