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 Yemen and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Liliput to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
CMW,
Mantronix,
New York Dolls,
Flash Fearless,
Al Stewart,
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Rakim,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
Schoolly D,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Audionom,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
Don Cherry,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
Monks,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Public Enemy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
The Names,
Eli Mardock,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.