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 Papua New Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tubeway Army to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
Average White Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blackbyrds,
Pussy Galore,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eve St. Jones,
L. Decosne,
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Star Department,
Kas Product,
Livin' Joy,
Tommy Roe,
Rosa Yemen,
Simply Red,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jimmy McGriff,
One Last Wish,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Copeland,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Morten Harket,
John Foxx,
Los Fastidios,
Spoonie Gee,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swell Maps,
Pantaleimon,
X-Ray Spex,
CMW,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
The Golliwogs,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.