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 Kazakhstan and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Marc Almond 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Wake,
Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
Hoover,
Tim Buckley,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masters at Work,
DJ Style,
Hot Snakes,
PIL,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
The Star Department,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
Nas,
The Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
MDC,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Y Pants,
Minor Threat,
Reagan Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Pagans,
Moby Grape,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Eric Copeland,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.