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 Turkey and from Cairo.
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 Portland and Beijing.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Zero Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ornette Coleman,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
Reuben Wilson,
Popol Vuh,
U.S. Maple,
James White and The Blacks,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vainqueur,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kas Product,
Yaz,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Audionom,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
Henry Cow,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
The Blackbyrds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Interpol,
Slave,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
Stetsasonic,
The Toasters,
Spandau Ballet,
Pierre Henry,
F. McDonald,
Blancmange,
The Slackers,
Peter & Gordon,
Fugazi,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.