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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bootsy Collins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang of Four,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
Unwound,
CMW,
R.M.O.,
Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
Pagans,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
The Blues Magoos,
Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Tom Boy,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans,
the Swans,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scrapy,
Sällskapet,
The Wake,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
Curtis Mayfield,
Buzzcocks,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
Sun City Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arthur Verocai,
Eddi Front,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
AZ,
Arcadia,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.