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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Davy DMX 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
Anthony Braxton,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
Surgeon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Evens,
Neil Young,
Peter & Gordon,
Qualms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
John Foxx,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
Los Fastidios,
The Cowsills,
Mr. Review,
Eden Ahbez,
The Residents,
The Stooges,
Funkadelic,
Nirvana,
Howard Jones,
Fugazi,
Von Mondo,
The Real Kids,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.