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 Liberia and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Television Personalities to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Loose Ends,
Isaac Hayes,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
Camberwell Now,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Normal,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
Urselle,
Tubeway Army,
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
Pylon,
Darondo,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
Young Marble Giants,
Moebius,
Liliput,
Johnny Clarke,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
B.T. Express,
The Beau Brummels,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
U.S. Maple,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Trojans,
Oneida,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kas Product,
Blossom Toes,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.