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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Beau Brummels to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Chris Corsano,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suicide,
The Fall,
Neu!,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Carl Craig,
Todd Rundgren,
The Techniques,
Half Japanese,
The Last Poets,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
The Happenings,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
The Motions,
Supertramp,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.