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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Newcleus to the electroclash 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Intrusion,
The Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doors,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Young Marble Giants,
Camouflage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
Sarah Menescal,
MC5,
Accadde A,
Chrome,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barbara Tucker,
The Vogues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
ABC,
Archie Shepp,
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
Con Funk Shun,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
Wire,
Carl Craig,
Vainqueur,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
Scratch Acid,
Blancmange,
Brand Nubian,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.