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 Singapore and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Minutemen to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
Magma,
The Motions,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
CMW,
Yazoo,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare,
AZ,
Absolute Body Control,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Moon,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Groovy Waters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
The Associates,
Hardrive,
Rekid,
The Techniques,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
Reuben Wilson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
Crispy Ambulance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
The Remains,
Youth Brigade,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.