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 Angola and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 the Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
John Holt,
Scratch Acid,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Peter and Kerry,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
Marmalade,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sugar Minott,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deadbeat,
The Misunderstood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
Josef K,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
The Wake,
Lou Christie,
The Names,
Arab on Radar,
The Velvet Underground,
Neu!,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.