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 Kenya and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 The Flesh Eaters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
Scientists,
Unwound,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gladiators,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
The Saints,
The J.B.'s,
The Misunderstood,
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
Altered Images,
The Selecter,
Von Mondo,
Sam Rivers,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Main Source,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Rundgren,
MC5,
Ten City,
Piero Umiliani,
Thee Headcoats,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
Lakeside,
PIL,
Nils Olav,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swans,
Roxy Music,
Schoolly D,
The Flesh Eaters,
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues,
Make Up,
Gang Starr,
Marvin Gaye,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.