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 Mauritania and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
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 theremin 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 The Sonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Swans,
The Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Rapeman,
The Offenders,
Ronnie Foster,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
The United States of America,
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kenny Larkin,
Lakeside,
Circle Jerks,
Supertramp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funky Four + One,
Panda Bear,
Trumans Water,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Spandau Ballet,
Deepchord,
Bobby Womack,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
The Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
Minny Pops,
Max Romeo,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
The Litter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Fugazi,
T. Rex,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.