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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
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 synthesizer 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 Albert Ayler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
Can,
Moebius,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
Nas,
Amon Düül II,
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warren Ellis,
Skarface,
10cc,
The Wake,
The Residents,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
the Fania All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
The Standells,
Letta Mbulu,
8 Eyed Spy,
48th St. Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Procol Harum,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
The New Christs,
the Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
The Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Fela Kuti,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.