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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents,
Idris Muhammad,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Clarke,
Bauhaus,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
Trumans Water,
The Leaves,
Siglo XX,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
Yaz,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
Aswad,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick,
Franke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zapp,
Bob Dylan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Urselle,
The Knickerbockers,
Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed,
Index,
The Grass Roots,
Ten City,
Lyres,
The Star Department,
Henry Cow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blake Baxter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
Kaleidoscope,
Mantronix,
Dennis Brown,
New Age Steppers,
Wire,
Q and Not U,
Depeche Mode,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.