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 Spokane.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
AZ,
The Fugs,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
Charles Mingus,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Swans,
Faraquet,
the Normal,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
Colin Newman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Symarip,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Eric Dolphy,
Soulsonic Force,
Ludus,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
EPMD,
Funky Four + One,
Lalann,
Wire,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Techniques,
Severed Heads,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smoke,
Pagans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.