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 Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Beasts of Bourbon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
Drexciya,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kas Product,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bauhaus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deadbeat,
Boredoms,
Alice Coltrane,
Smog,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
Oblivians,
Erasure,
The Raincoats,
Sandy B,
David McCallum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
Carl Craig,
Arab on Radar,
Colin Newman,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Godley & Creme,
Y Pants,
Kayak,
The Gories,
Thee Headcoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hoover,
Von Mondo,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Tomorrow,
Nas,
Animal Collective,
PIL,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.