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 Panama and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 the Swans to the grime 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Sam Rivers,
MDC,
Blancmange,
Peter and Kerry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
La Düsseldorf,
the Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
Minor Threat,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
Liliput,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
Wings,
Chrome,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funky Four + One,
The Kinks,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
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Fluxion,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant,
Delta 5,
Sixth Finger,
World's Most,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.