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 Guatemala and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
The Sound,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Association,
Can,
Mr. Review,
Scan 7,
Dark Day,
Mandrill,
Patti Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Golliwogs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiohead,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
E-Dancer,
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band,
The Invisible,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Walker Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
Ossler,
Au Pairs,
Marc Almond,
Graham Central Station,
Rod Modell,
Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Saccharine Trust,
Sällskapet,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.