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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
Roxy Music,
The Martian,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
John Holt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Livin' Joy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
Das Ding,
Pussy Galore,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crash Course in Science,
The Searchers,
Kaleidoscope,
CMW,
The Birthday Party,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agent Orange,
Model 500,
Dawn Penn,
Ornette Coleman,
Interpol,
Colin Newman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eve St. Jones,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.