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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fortunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
Maurizio,
The Durutti Column,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monks,
Jandek,
Davy DMX,
Bad Manners,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Stiv Bators,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
Cybotron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terry Callier,
U.S. Maple,
June of 44,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonic Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gun Club,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
Scientists,
The Star Department,
Erasure,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
Excepter,
Television Personalities,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Silicon Teens,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.