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 France and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
La Düsseldorf,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Terry,
cv313,
Khruangbin,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
Michelle Simonal,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
The Residents,
Hot Snakes,
The Martian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
Amazonics,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gong,
New Order,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sound,
Royal Trux,
The Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Jacques Brel,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gerry Rafferty,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.