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 Poland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chris & Cosey to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
ABBA,
Joensuu 1685,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Main Source,
Cymande,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
The Stooges,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
Heaven 17,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Howard Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
Rod Modell,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
KRS-One,
Reagan Youth,
Au Pairs,
Yazoo,
Charles Mingus,
Fugazi,
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible,
Make Up,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.