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 Greece and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mo-Dettes,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
Pere Ubu,
Public Enemy,
Ronan,
Suicide,
Ken Boothe,
In Retrospect,
Drexciya,
The Grass Roots,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
Kayak,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Monolake,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aswad,
Robert Wyatt,
Slave,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Q65,
Cybotron,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads,
James White and The Blacks,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalo Schifrin,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Glenn Branca,
Suburban Knight,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
Funkadelic,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.