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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fatback Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Model 500,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes,
Dave Gahan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
A Certain Ratio,
Danielle Patucci,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Scion,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Scrapy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
The Music Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
Slick Rick,
Erykah Badu,
Rapeman,
Ultravox,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bronski Beat,
The Birthday Party,
Monolake,
Clear Light,
The Move,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
Dead Boys,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.