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 Slovakia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Heaven 17 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
Funkadelic,
John Holt,
Gong,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
Grauzone,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
Crooked Eye,
Silicon Teens,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
The Gun Club,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus,
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters,
The Divine Comedy,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
Ultravox,
Minor Threat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-102,
Japan,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.