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 Czech Republic 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 kango's stein massive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Can,
Wings,
Shoche,
Suburban Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
The Tremeloes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
LL Cool J,
Desert Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
The Misunderstood,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Rundgren,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
CMW,
Avey Tare,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
The Stooges,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
Pantaleimon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth,
The Fugs,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.