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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABC,
Hoover,
The Five Americans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
Donald Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang On A Can,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
Drexciya,
Altered Images,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fluxion,
Lungfish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
Procol Harum,
Sam Rivers,
Suicide,
X-Ray Spex,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skarface,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.