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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Brass Construction,
Silicon Teens,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
Robert Görl,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moss Icon,
Graham Central Station,
Roger Hodgson,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Cale,
Flipper,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
Sight & Sound,
cv313,
Magazine,
Max Romeo,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.