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 Cuba and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Slackers to the punk 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
U.S. Maple,
Fad Gadget,
FM Einheit,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Easy Going,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Heaven 17,
Jacob Miller,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monochrome Set,
Panda Bear,
Desert Stars,
Josef K,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke,
Brothers Johnson,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
Darondo,
New Order,
Theoretical Girls,
Harry Pussy,
L. Decosne,
Slave,
Robert Görl,
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
The Sonics,
Jawbox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sam Rivers,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
UT,
Joy Division,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
X-101,
David Axelrod,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
Niagra,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.