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 Spain and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 AZ to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Buckinghams,
the Association,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pere Ubu,
The Modern Lovers,
Reagan Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Clear Light,
Oneida,
Pylon,
Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
Fatback Band,
June Days,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
The Skatalites,
Qualms,
Reuben Wilson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
Shoche,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
Black Moon,
Roxette,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
Lou Christie,
Grauzone,
Vladislav Delay,
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
Ultravox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eddi Front,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.