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 Palau and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Goldenarms to the punk 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bob Dylan,
John Lydon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Monolake,
Max Romeo,
Jacques Brel,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
The Fall,
Wire,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
Funkadelic,
The Kinks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Albert Ayler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Clarke,
Mandrill,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
Bill Wells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu,
Henry Cow,
Graham Central Station,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs,
Letta Mbulu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
The Selecter,
LL Cool J,
Parry Music,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.