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 Singapore and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Black Flag to the rock 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Offenders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
Roger Hodgson,
Rosa Yemen,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
Juan Atkins,
Japan,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
F. McDonald,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light,
Basic Channel,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Technova,
A Certain Ratio,
48th St. Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fugs,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
AZ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
Little Man,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.