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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rod Modell to the techno 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Adolescents,
Derrick May,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
Camberwell Now,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
Erykah Badu,
The Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Livin' Joy,
Guru Guru,
Unwound,
La Düsseldorf,
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
Parry Music,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
Rufus Thomas,
Circle Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young,
Negative Approach,
Faust,
David Axelrod,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
Minutemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.