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 Portugal and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
Lalann,
X-102,
Gang Green,
Grauzone,
Technova,
Brand Nubian,
Delta 5,
Cheater Slicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
Anakelly,
Arcadia,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Starr,
Marvin Gaye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Real Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
Stetsasonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Womack,
The Raincoats,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
Kaleidoscope,
Interpol,
Minnie Riperton,
Tubeway Army,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
Rekid,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.