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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultra Naté to the punk 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
The Dead C,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harry Pussy,
Alphaville,
Agent Orange,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
Joe Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
Ponytail,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
Interpol,
Dead Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
Pussy Galore,
The Cure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
the Bar-Kays,
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Green,
Parry Music,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.