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 Namibia and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Neon Judgement to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
Anakelly,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
the Association,
Vainqueur,
Yusef Lateef,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Ornette Coleman,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
Brick,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Motions,
The Associates,
Japan,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
Jandek,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
the Human League,
Lungfish,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Public Enemy,
Wings,
Eden Ahbez,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magazine,
The Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Half Japanese,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantytec,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.