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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Cowsills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
Intrusion,
The Move,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vainqueur,
Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Marine Girls,
DNA,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
Pole,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
The Doors,
Faraquet,
Vladislav Delay,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Nico,
Janne Schatter,
Brothers Johnson,
Fluxion,
Howard Jones,
Interpol,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.