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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suicide to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Animal Collective,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
The Remains,
Funkadelic,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Wells,
Malaria!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
CMW,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
the Soft Cell,
Shoche,
The Associates,
The Red Krayola,
Brick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
Kas Product,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.