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 Romania and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Radiohead to the disco 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Quando Quango,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
The Invisible,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
Bootsy Collins,
Niagra,
Organ,
DNA,
Moebius,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
JFA,
Pagans,
PIL,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donny Hathaway,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
Lungfish,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Sherman,
Oblivians,
the Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf,
Das Ding,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
The Stooges,
Cluster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amazonics,
Babytalk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.