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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fugs to the disco 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
Flash Fearless,
Dead Boys,
AZ,
Moss Icon,
The Busters,
Pylon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
John Holt,
Crash Course in Science,
The Selecter,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
B.T. Express,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Mills,
Deadbeat,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra,
Ludus,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Womack,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
Ten City,
The Litter,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.