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 Iceland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Foxx to the crunk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
The Black Dice,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moleskins,
Bad Manners,
Siglo XX,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
Ice-T,
The Cramps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Parry Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
Liliput,
Scratch Acid,
Kas Product,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
The Durutti Column,
The Pretty Things,
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Wake,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.