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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Gang of Four to the grunge 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Funky Four + One,
New York Dolls,
Ultra Naté,
Minny Pops,
Royal Trux,
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
The Neon Judgement,
Barry Ungar,
Tom Boy,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
The Toasters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
Procol Harum,
The Cowsills,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
The Remains,
Crime,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Terry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Görl,
Juan Atkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minutemen,
The Associates,
the Bar-Kays,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
Easy Going,
Television,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.