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 Nauru and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Adolescents to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faraquet,
Nico,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
The Star Department,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funkadelic,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Fugazi,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
Scientists,
Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Byrd,
John Holt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
Kas Product,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
New Order,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Inner City,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.