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 Tonga and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Clear Light to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Shoche,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pere Ubu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
48th St. Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
the Swans,
The Vogues,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
Sandy B,
The Birthday Party,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
Faust,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Wake,
Laurel Aitken,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bauhaus,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
The Remains,
Camouflage,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
Hashim,
Isaac Hayes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
Jandek,
Visage,
Deakin,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.