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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Avey Tare to the grunge 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
Tears for Fears,
10cc,
Masters at Work,
The Skatalites,
Howard Jones,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agent Orange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eddi Front,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Mars,
Monks,
MDC,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
The Slackers,
L. Decosne,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
Liliput,
John Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Residents,
Magazine,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Birthday Party,
Marmalade,
Tres Demented,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quadrant,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
Nas,
Gang Green,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.