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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Maleditus Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Near,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
Mad Mike,
Model 500,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
Mandrill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Standells,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mr. Review,
F. McDonald,
Negative Approach,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
The Martian,
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rod Modell,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
John Coltrane,
The Busters,
Excepter,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Harry Pussy,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.