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 Singapore and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rosa Yemen,
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
Supertramp,
Panda Bear,
Marvin Gaye,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
kango's stein massive,
Hot Snakes,
Sex Pistols,
Brick,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James White and The Blacks,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
F. McDonald,
JFA,
Nik Kershaw,
Arab on Radar,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
Amazonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Qualms,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Cale,
the Association,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
New Order,
D'Angelo,
The Velvet Underground,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.