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 Sudan and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Velvet Underground,
Babytalk,
Davy DMX,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Mo-Dettes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
Lou Christie,
Niagra,
Absolute Body Control,
Royal Trux,
Jawbox,
Barrington Levy,
the Germs,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlback,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
The Red Krayola,
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
Hashim,
Bob Dylan,
Delta 5,
Clear Light,
The Monks,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
Gang of Four,
Technova,
Outsiders,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
the Swans,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
Ultravox,
FM Einheit,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.