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 Swaziland and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oneida to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Saints,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
Erasure,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
Scan 7,
The Sound,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
Wings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suburban Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
The Vogues,
Fluxion,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Trojans,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Hill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stiv Bators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.