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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
June Days,
The Searchers,
The Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Offenders,
China Crisis,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
Black Pus,
Urselle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers,
Main Source,
Colin Newman,
Severed Heads,
Circle Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Livin' Joy,
The Young Rascals,
David Axelrod,
Babytalk,
Pantaleimon,
The Last Poets,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
Echospace,
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris Corsano,
The Durutti Column,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
DNA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
Black Bananas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
The Star Department,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.