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 Burundi and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
The Evens,
Pierre Henry,
Josef K,
Shoche,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minutemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
the Association,
Gang Green,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
Rotary Connection,
Erasure,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
Graham Central Station,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Surgeon,
U.S. Maple,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
JFA,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
Vainqueur,
The Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Sherman,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Raincoats,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.