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 Cuba and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young,
Kayak,
Pylon,
Kas Product,
The Invisible,
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
A Certain Ratio,
Fluxion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Y Pants,
The Blues Magoos,
Hot Snakes,
The Moleskins,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bob Dylan,
Talk Talk,
The Saints,
The Remains,
FM Einheit,
Lyres,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Fat Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
Loose Ends,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
Unwound,
The Motions,
Maleditus Sound,
Mars,
Albert Ayler,
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.