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 Australia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Agent Orange to the funk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
The Moleskins,
Adolescents,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
Lindisfarne,
The Fugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
Thompson Twins,
The Litter,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
Byron Stingily,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
Newcleus,
Von Mondo,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
Rekid,
Index,
Radiohead,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Smog,
Sun Ra,
Cybotron,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.