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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 EPMD to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Black Dice,
Yaz,
Lyres,
Angry Samoans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
10cc,
Grauzone,
Oneida,
Janne Schatter,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
Schoolly D,
Q65,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
Icehouse,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
Ohio Players,
Scientists,
The Mummies,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.