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 Venezuela and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Maurizio to the rock 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Soul II Soul,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
Thompson Twins,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Order,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Association,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gun Club,
Yazoo,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans,
Pylon,
Darondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Walker Brothers,
Surgeon,
Skriet,
EPMD,
Roxy Music,
The Black Dice,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
Fluxion,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
Scan 7,
Erasure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.