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 Mali and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Livin' Joy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola,
Hoover,
Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sound,
The Raincoats,
Whodini,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick Morgan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
Lyres,
John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Goldenarms,
The Smiths,
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
Visage,
The Count Five,
Mr. Review,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
China Crisis,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.