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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Swans to the dance 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Pierre Henry,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche,
The Leaves,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
The Toasters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Ituana,
Sonic Youth,
Scion,
Erasure,
Mr. Review,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
The Vogues,
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slave,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
Funkadelic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
Subhumans,
Cecil Taylor,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Vladislav Delay,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
Babytalk,
Minor Threat,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.