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 Israel and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Essential Logic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Move,
Drexciya,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
Spandau Ballet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Das Ding,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dual Sessions,
Wolf Eyes,
Infiniti,
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement,
Anakelly,
Steve Hackett,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Smog,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Raincoats,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scrapy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fugazi,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sister Nancy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sunsets and Hearts,
Interpol,
The Offenders,
Sight & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius,
The Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
K-Klass,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Siglo XX,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.