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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 American Breed to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
Royal Trux,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantytec,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
Alphaville,
David Bowie,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
The Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
The Cowsills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
Circle Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
Crime,
The Techniques,
Q and Not U,
Crooked Eye,
In Retrospect,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
MC5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tom Boy,
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
Roger Hodgson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.