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 Moldova and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moebius to the dance 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Second Layer,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
Swell Maps,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
Duran Duran,
Oneida,
Bob Dylan,
Faraquet,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
Loose Ends,
Radiohead,
Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
Accadde A,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
The Red Krayola,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Clear Light,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker,
The New Christs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Dead Boys,
The Seeds,
Wire,
Deepchord,
The Happenings,
The Gories,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.