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 Hungary and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Japan,
Babytalk,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
Neu!,
Sarah Menescal,
Bauhaus,
DJ Style,
Deadbeat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Golliwogs,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
X-Ray Spex,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moebius,
Grauzone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
FM Einheit,
Wire,
Rotary Connection,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.