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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Masters at Work to the crunk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Wire,
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Barracudas,
Arcadia,
The Residents,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stiv Bators,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
Fatback Band,
Black Flag,
Wasted Youth,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
New Order,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
Sixth Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Almond,
Joensuu 1685,
Grauzone,
Los Fastidios,
The Wake,
Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Skaos,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ituana,
Ten City,
K-Klass,
Lindisfarne,
Ice-T,
Oneida,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.