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 Congo and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Dave Gahan to the techno 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya,
Absolute Body Control,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Busters,
Amon Düül,
The New Christs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
10cc,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne,
Television,
Public Image Ltd.,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pylon,
PIL,
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dead C,
Blancmange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rekid,
Q and Not U,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Neon Judgement,
Oneida,
The Sound,
Zapp,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
Piero Umiliani,
Ponytail,
OOIOO,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
The Leaves,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.