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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Faraquet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Drexciya,
Bauhaus,
Slave,
The Real Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick May,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
Faust,
The Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lightning Bolt,
Goldenarms,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
The Fall,
Howard Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moss Icon,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
The Happenings,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
The Cramps,
The New Christs,
The Monochrome Set,
Nico,
X-101,
The Associates,
Jacob Miller,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
U.S. Maple,
Joensuu 1685,
Make Up,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Pus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.