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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flash Fearless to the grunge 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet,
Crime,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
New York Dolls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
Zapp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grauzone,
Lakeside,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Germs,
Colin Newman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fugazi,
Motorama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
Agent Orange,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
Scratch Acid,
The Golliwogs,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
Freddie Wadling,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
Bluetip,
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.