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 Philippines and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Tubeway Army,
Pantytec,
Drexciya,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
Essential Logic,
Negative Approach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
Max Romeo,
The Stooges,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
Skriet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
Pole,
Sandy B,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Pulsallama,
Underground Resistance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
Shoche,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
ABC,
Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.