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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Germs to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
Rekid,
MC5,
Minutemen,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harmonia,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxette,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quando Quango,
Ultra Naté,
Drexciya,
Can,
One Last Wish,
Skaos,
Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erasure,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
Hoover,
Interpol,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
Arthur Verocai,
Al Stewart,
Deakin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Tremeloes,
Gabor Szabo,
Darondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lower 48,
John Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.