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 Mexico 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dead C,
Sam Rivers,
Bluetip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
Technova,
Black Flag,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans,
The Leaves,
Black Moon,
Sight & Sound,
The Star Department,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
AZ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Simply Red,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
Slave,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Names,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
Faust,
KRS-One,
The Smoke,
Hoover,
the Bar-Kays,
Nik Kershaw,
John Holt,
Masters at Work,
Nico,
The Tremeloes,
Nils Olav,
Marshall Jefferson,
F. McDonald,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Sneak,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats,
The Neon Judgement,
The Toasters,
Cluster,
Cymande,
Eurythmics,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.