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 Argentina and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Neu! to the grunge 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
John Cale,
Ossler,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
B.T. Express,
Heaven 17,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
OOIOO,
Barry Ungar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Holt,
Black Pus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suicide,
Sex Pistols,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Starr,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Star Department,
DJ Sneak,
Janne Schatter,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
10cc,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
Swans,
Main Source,
Kerri Chandler,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
Yazoo,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.