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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Motions to the punk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Scratch Acid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quando Quango,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Organ,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monks,
Severed Heads,
New Age Steppers,
Crime,
Jacques Brel,
Sound Behaviour,
Neu!,
The Evens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joyce Sims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
Moby Grape,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
Amazonics,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
The Doors,
D'Angelo,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Clarke,
Brick,
Visage,
The Beau Brummels,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
This Heat,
Television,
The Moody Blues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.