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 Colombia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 The Dirtbombs to the funk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
Whodini,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dave Clark Five,
Massinfluence,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
Guru Guru,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Christie,
Sam Rivers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liliput,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Idris Muhammad,
Joy Division,
The Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
The Motions,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
Dave Gahan,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
Agent Orange,
Cluster,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Camberwell Now,
Juan Atkins,
the Germs,
John Holt,
Andrew Hill,
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
Lindisfarne,
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay,
Circle Jerks,
Motorama,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.