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 Syria and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amazonics to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills,
Rites of Spring,
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
Rotary Connection,
The Cure,
X-101,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lucky Dragons,
Roger Hodgson,
Carl Craig,
The Raincoats,
Bauhaus,
Pulsallama,
Can,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aural Exciters,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Y Pants,
The Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantytec,
The J.B.'s,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
The Busters,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fear,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders,
Masters at Work,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
Soulsonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.