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 Israel and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Fortunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti,
Soft Machine,
Malaria!,
Index,
John Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
Maurizio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moleskins,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
Magazine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
Warsaw,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols,
The Music Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
James White and The Blacks,
Royal Trux,
Aaron Thompson,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
Yaz,
Juan Atkins,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
Panda Bear,
The Birthday Party,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MC5,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Iggy Pop,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.