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 Lesotho and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Bananas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Neon Judgement,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moleskins,
Simply Red,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool Moe Dee,
OOIOO,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
MDC,
Severed Heads,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Q and Not U,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arcadia,
Anakelly,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
This Heat,
Echospace,
X-102,
Amazonics,
Yazoo,
John Foxx,
Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Goldenarms,
Yaz,
Pole,
The Pop Group,
Kurtis Blow,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
Ludus,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
Freddie Wadling,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Rundgren,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.