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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Lightning Bolt,
Q and Not U,
Rekid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
The J.B.'s,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
Blancmange,
Black Flag,
Grauzone,
Quantec,
Mandrill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
Basic Channel,
The Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
The Gladiators,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
the Normal,
Rapeman,
Magma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
Maurizio,
The Gories,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.