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 Micronesia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Laurel Aitken,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Darondo,
The Standells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Rapeman,
Mantronix,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantaleimon,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
This Heat,
Animal Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bad Manners,
Slave,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
Donald Byrd,
JFA,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
the Slits,
KRS-One,
Make Up,
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
Nico,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
The Black Dice,
Michelle Simonal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultra Naté,
Joy Division,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.