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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Associates to the disco 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mantronix,
The Misunderstood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
UT,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
The Toasters,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Pagans,
John Lydon,
Hashim,
10cc,
Funkadelic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Almond,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bauhaus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Niagra,
The Gladiators,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
Model 500,
Delta 5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
K-Klass,
Can,
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.