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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 New Order to the electroclash 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
Porter Ricks,
Zapp,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
The Skatalites,
Hot Snakes,
Rites of Spring,
Visage,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
Boredoms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
the Association,
Metal Thangz,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
David Bowie,
John Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Cybotron,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
Second Layer,
Fela Kuti,
Lucky Dragons,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Rundgren,
Scrapy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Hood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.