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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Dawn Penn,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
Masters at Work,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Byrd,
The Remains,
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
Ludus,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
Kayak,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
MC5,
L. Decosne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dual Sessions,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Al Stewart,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
The Black Dice,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley,
John Lydon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cymande,
the Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
Mad Mike,
Ronan,
Darondo,
Cybotron,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.