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 Hungary and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Agitation Free to the funk 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rod Modell,
Magazine,
Underground Resistance,
Chris Corsano,
Intrusion,
Pierre Henry,
Surgeon,
Howard Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Main Source,
Niagra,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears,
Visage,
Make Up,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eli Mardock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
Model 500,
Scan 7,
MDC,
Chrome,
Amon Düül,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
Little Man,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Inner City,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
Boz Scaggs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Last Poets,
Sex Pistols,
Second Layer,
Dawn Penn,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris & Cosey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
Colin Newman,
Japan,
Sparks,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.