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 Bolivia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 8 Eyed Spy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Urselle,
The Neon Judgement,
The Saints,
The Slits,
Second Layer,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
Jawbox,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
Maurizio,
Mission of Burma,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pagans,
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scrapy,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
The Gories,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
MC5,
Moss Icon,
The Remains,
Inner City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
Kaleidoscope,
Rosa Yemen,
Ten City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.