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 Algeria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music,
Qualms,
the Slits,
the Germs,
Hot Snakes,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q65,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
Porter Ricks,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Organ,
Joensuu 1685,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-102,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Young Rascals,
The Human League,
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
Pylon,
Shoche,
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
PIL,
Dennis Brown,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
Scratch Acid,
Albert Ayler,
Sun City Girls,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
Quantec,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.