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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 United States of America 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Aswad,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
Lower 48,
Black Moon,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
New York Dolls,
Pere Ubu,
Man Parrish,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Wells,
Yusef Lateef,
Eli Mardock,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantytec,
Colin Newman,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
These Immortal Souls,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
Erykah Badu,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.