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 Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sexual Harrassment to the crunk 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
DJ Style,
Bob Dylan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
Brick,
Absolute Body Control,
Piero Umiliani,
Icehouse,
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drexciya,
Erasure,
L. Decosne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
Circle Jerks,
the Germs,
Nils Olav,
Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
The Associates,
The Red Krayola,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
KRS-One,
The Searchers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Martian,
Buzzcocks,
Visage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
World's Most,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
Glenn Branca,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.