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 Tuvalu and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Chris & Cosey to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Niagra,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
Soft Machine,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Excepter,
Chrome,
Parry Music,
Japan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Motions,
The Moleskins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cheater Slicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Howard Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Mission of Burma,
Massinfluence,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Main Source,
Isaac Hayes,
The Selecter,
Bill Wells,
Mars,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Popol Vuh,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jandek,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monolake,
The Victims,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.