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 Sweden and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Reagan Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
The Fortunes,
The Martian,
X-Ray Spex,
Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
Dawn Penn,
Joy Division,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hot Snakes,
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry,
Simply Red,
Skriet,
Masters at Work,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
Swans,
Echospace,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.