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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mark Hollis to the punk 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
Severed Heads,
Tres Demented,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
F. McDonald,
the Normal,
Bush Tetras,
The Divine Comedy,
Mad Mike,
Theoretical Girls,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed,
Black Moon,
X-Ray Spex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vainqueur,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Swell Maps,
Marine Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
L. Decosne,
Donald Byrd,
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ten City,
Young Marble Giants,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
The Victims,
John Foxx,
Drexciya,
In Retrospect,
Albert Ayler,
AZ,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.