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 Denmark and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Reuben Wilson,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
Lalann,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
Todd Rundgren,
FM Einheit,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley,
DNA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
Organ,
Black Sheep,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Associates,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
Minor Threat,
The Names,
Babytalk,
The Cramps,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Last Poets,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter and Kerry,
Yazoo,
Scrapy,
Donny Hathaway,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.