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 Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cheater Slicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
Gang of Four,
the Human League,
K-Klass,
New York Dolls,
Connie Case,
Hoover,
Sparks,
The Leaves,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
Minny Pops,
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
The Angels of Light,
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond,
Massinfluence,
DJ Style,
Icehouse,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moebius,
Altered Images,
Simply Red,
Nick Fraelich,
Marmalade,
Interpol,
Skriet,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.