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 Vietnam and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Desert Stars to the techno 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
Yellowson,
Swans,
Slick Rick,
UT,
Sex Pistols,
D'Angelo,
The Remains,
Liliput,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Altered Images,
Sixth Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Josef K,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
Qualms,
Chris & Cosey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Last Poets,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
Piero Umiliani,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian,
L. Decosne,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Machine,
Black Bananas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fat Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.