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 Niger and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Germs to the techno 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s.
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 the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
Howard Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Q65,
Heaven 17,
Niagra,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
The Angels of Light,
Dawn Penn,
Royal Trux,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
The Star Department,
the Association,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Wyatt,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-Ray Spex,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Surgeon,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
Bush Tetras,
Faraquet,
Jandek,
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Raincoats,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
Deadbeat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Pole,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boz Scaggs,
Blake Baxter,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aaron Thompson,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.