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 Kenya and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trumans Water 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
Fugazi,
Index,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
The Names,
Sugar Minott,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
Moby Grape,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
Das Ding,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
Godley & Creme,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Althea and Donna,
Fat Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.