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 Turkey and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
U.S. Maple,
Joey Negro,
Schoolly D,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Quadrant,
Flash Fearless,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
The Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Nirvana,
The Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Loose Ends,
Funky Four + One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Dolphy,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wasted Youth,
Japan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Green,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
These Immortal Souls,
Pole,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
Jandek,
Ultra Naté,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
the Slits,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.