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 Portland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Outsiders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
X-102,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
MC5,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
Subhumans,
Cluster,
Alphaville,
Saccharine Trust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shoche,
Marvin Gaye,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
Radio Birdman,
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
Black Flag,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stiv Bators,
Visage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fugazi,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Trojans,
Sugar Minott,
The United States of America,
Slave,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Remains,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
Donald Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.