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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Todd Rundgren 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
The Wake,
Jandek,
Roxette,
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nico,
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
X-102,
Cluster,
Siglo XX,
K-Klass,
Alice Coltrane,
John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
Erasure,
The Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Darondo,
Kayak,
Stiv Bators,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radio Birdman,
The Fall,
Circle Jerks,
The Mummies,
Eric Dolphy,
Shoche,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sällskapet,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Real Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.