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 Greece and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Desert Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
cv313,
Hashim,
Audionom,
Metal Thangz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
Sex Pistols,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
MC5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
8 Eyed Spy,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
Delta 5,
Bob Dylan,
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
Von Mondo,
Yaz,
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maurizio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Star Department,
The Gun Club,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Khruangbin,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ohio Players,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rakim,
Little Man,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sonics,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.