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 Suriname and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Walker Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
World's Most,
Judy Mowatt,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
Althea and Donna,
Gang of Four,
Chrome,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
Panda Bear,
Infiniti,
L. Decosne,
The Names,
Zapp,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes,
Ice-T,
Anthony Braxton,
Cybotron,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
K-Klass,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
ABBA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
Young Marble Giants,
Mad Mike,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Bad Manners,
The Sound,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.