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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
B.T. Express,
Jandek,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
Massinfluence,
Dennis Brown,
H. Thieme,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
AZ,
The Gories,
John Holt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Wire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronan,
Ohio Players,
E-Dancer,
The Last Poets,
Thee Headcoats,
The Vogues,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
Mandrill,
Zapp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
The American Breed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.