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 Vanuatu and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Enemy to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
John Foxx,
Freddie Wadling,
Brick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erasure,
The Smoke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
Crime,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spandau Ballet,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra,
Howard Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
Minnie Riperton,
Lindisfarne,
The Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
Smog,
Barbara Tucker,
Loose Ends,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hardrive,
Royal Trux,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
Country Teasers,
Sound Behaviour,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Nico,
Half Japanese,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.