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 Liberia and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brass Construction 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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arthur Verocai,
Mars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
China Crisis,
The Slackers,
Technova,
Hoover,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
The Victims,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Isaac Hayes,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wolf Eyes,
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
Tommy Roe,
R.M.O.,
Henry Cow,
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
The Associates,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Motorama,
JFA,
Fugazi,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
Donald Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.