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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
Pierre Henry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Symarip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxette,
Darondo,
June Days,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Graham Central Station,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
Dennis Brown,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris Corsano,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
Slave,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Massinfluence,
kango's stein massive,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Iggy Pop,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
Hardrive,
Soft Cell,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.