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 Andorra and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pagans 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Germs,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
Lou Reed,
The Trojans,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
H. Thieme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese,
The Music Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Organ,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
Gerry Rafferty,
One Last Wish,
Radiohead,
The Misunderstood,
Crash Course in Science,
Maurizio,
Bobby Sherman,
Crooked Eye,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pulsallama,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jawbox,
Depeche Mode,
the Soft Cell,
X-102,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ituana,
Pole,
Gang Starr,
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Darondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
Judy Mowatt,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.