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 Uruguay 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
Toni Rubio,
MC5,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
Alphaville,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig,
Chris & Cosey,
Kayak,
Rakim,
Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
Black Sheep,
The Dead C,
Jacob Miller,
Rod Modell,
John Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
The Techniques,
Max Romeo,
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
Warsaw,
F. McDonald,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alton Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
Lindisfarne,
Marine Girls,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.