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 Canada and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Severed Heads to the electroclash 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joy Division,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quando Quango,
Joey Negro,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
R.M.O.,
Dave Gahan,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra,
Archie Shepp,
Nico,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Mills,
PIL,
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
Harpers Bizarre,
The American Breed,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker,
Parry Music,
The Wake,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.