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 Guinea 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 the Association 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacques Brel,
Nirvana,
Roger Hodgson,
Excepter,
Magma,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fugazi,
Tears for Fears,
The Star Department,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Rundgren,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
The Beau Brummels,
Cameo,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
Amazonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Leaves,
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonic Youth,
Sugar Minott,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.