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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bad Manners to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
Toni Rubio,
The Cowsills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
Agent Orange,
Lyres,
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ossler,
Spandau Ballet,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mad Mike,
Soft Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
Porter Ricks,
Newcleus,
Guru Guru,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
The Smiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Audionom,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
Joey Negro,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scrapy,
Aswad,
The Count Five,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.