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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Avey Tare 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
Wally Richardson,
Bush Tetras,
Das Ding,
Trumans Water,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Chrome,
June of 44,
Guru Guru,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dead Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
Outsiders,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
Mandrill,
Zapp,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vainqueur,
The Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swans,
Newcleus,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Mills,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.