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 Bulgaria and from London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bootsy Collins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rod Modell,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
The American Breed,
The Stooges,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
Zero Boys,
Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
OOIOO,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Ornette Coleman,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
Pylon,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gories,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
The Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
EPMD,
Skarface,
The Divine Comedy,
Wire,
Roxy Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Remains,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Sex Pistols,
The Barracudas,
Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tom Boy,
Lungfish,
Monolake,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.