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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Tommy Roe to the dance 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
The Grass Roots,
the Germs,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
Chris & Cosey,
Guru Guru,
Robert Hood,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Byron Stingily,
The Birthday Party,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T. Rex,
Section 25,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
Main Source,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wasted Youth,
Black Flag,
Bill Wells,
Alphaville,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
Pierre Henry,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.