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 Haiti and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Danielle Patucci to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
Hoover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick Morgan,
Main Source,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker,
Drexciya,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
Morten Harket,
Ponytail,
Wally Richardson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
Bill Near,
Make Up,
Hot Snakes,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
The Invisible,
X-Ray Spex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
E-Dancer,
Skriet,
Brass Construction,
Scratch Acid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Half Japanese,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.