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 Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 PIL to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Grey Daturas,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Outsiders,
John Holt,
Young Marble Giants,
Minor Threat,
Reagan Youth,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
Black Pus,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
the Swans,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
Robert Hood,
Lungfish,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
Johnny Clarke,
The Black Dice,
Todd Rundgren,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
Schoolly D,
Wasted Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Underground Resistance,
Chrome,
Alison Limerick,
The Victims,
Surgeon,
Infiniti,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Hill,
R.M.O.,
Moss Icon,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantytec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.