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 Brazil and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Mantronix to the rock 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
The Black Dice,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
Gong,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
Nick Fraelich,
the Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
The Angels of Light,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
Gabor Szabo,
Prince Buster,
Accadde A,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gladiators,
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
Roxette,
Little Man,
Fela Kuti,
MDC,
Icehouse,
Colin Newman,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Babytalk,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.