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 Bulgaria and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Royal Trux to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Junior Murvin,
Connie Case,
Index,
Ludus,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
Tres Demented,
Black Flag,
The Cramps,
Royal Trux,
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron,
T.S.O.L.,
FM Einheit,
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
Whodini,
The Modern Lovers,
Q65,
cv313,
Camouflage,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The J.B.'s,
Clear Light,
Terry Callier,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Human League,
Dark Day,
The Cure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
Glenn Branca,
ABBA,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light,
Unrelated Segments,
the Bar-Kays,
Skaos,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Last Poets,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.