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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ituana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Masters at Work,
Barry Ungar,
The Real Kids,
ABBA,
Black Bananas,
Black Sheep,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Gong,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Oneida,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
E-Dancer,
The Sonics,
Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
the Germs,
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
Fugazi,
Moebius,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Ice-T,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
Ultravox,
Lindisfarne,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
Can,
Dave Gahan,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.