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 East Timor and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grime 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Knickerbockers,
the Slits,
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
The Fortunes,
Model 500,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
Qualms,
Leonard Cohen,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television Personalities,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
Mars,
Bauhaus,
Al Stewart,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yaz,
Sällskapet,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
Deadbeat,
The Gories,
The Residents,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
Index,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.