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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
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 David Bowie 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 New York Dolls to the grime 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
Patti Smith,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Symarip,
The Toasters,
DNA,
Fela Kuti,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
Quando Quango,
Dawn Penn,
Nirvana,
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish,
Liliput,
Siglo XX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Leaves,
Goldenarms,
Procol Harum,
Wally Richardson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
Cybotron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Japan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
Marmalade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris & Cosey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
Fluxion,
The Zeros,
Icehouse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lakeside,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deakin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
Accadde A,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.