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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 The Fugs to the grunge 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '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 Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum,
Bobby Sherman,
The Angels of Light,
The Cowsills,
Rod Modell,
The Barracudas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
PIL,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Easy Going,
Motorama,
DJ Style,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
Amon Düül,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Glenn Branca,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix,
The Kinks,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Con Funk Shun,
In Retrospect,
Isaac Hayes,
The Names,
Franke,
Technova,
Eddi Front,
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Swans,
Quantec,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.