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 Luxembourg and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
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 linndrum 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 Doors to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Supertramp,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
Brand Nubian,
Bob Dylan,
Josef K,
The Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New York Dolls,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
Television,
Laurel Aitken,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angry Samoans,
The Invisible,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Offenders,
Scientists,
The Cure,
The Victims,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
Unwound,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
Brick,
The Birthday Party,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
Simply Red,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.