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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Underground Resistance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Cowsills,
Ludus,
Icehouse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Neu!,
The Moody Blues,
Panda Bear,
Eden Ahbez,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
Drexciya,
Gastr Del Sol,
Morten Harket,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
Motorama,
Quadrant,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
Can,
The Velvet Underground,
D'Angelo,
Babytalk,
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
These Immortal Souls,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.