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 Burkina and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Chris Corsano to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Terry,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
MC5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fall,
Aswad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
Agitation Free,
Massinfluence,
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
UT,
Pharoah Sanders,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantaleimon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pretty Things,
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
Cameo,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pulsallama,
Minutemen,
New Order,
D'Angelo,
Skaos,
Sarah Menescal,
Livin' Joy,
The Victims,
Kayak,
Wire,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.