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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Nik Kershaw to the electroclash 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Livin' Joy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Los Fastidios,
DNA,
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras,
Average White Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rekid,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
LL Cool J,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Bowie,
Gichy Dan,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
PIL,
Drive Like Jehu,
Parry Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun City Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
The Searchers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash,
CMW,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Duran Duran,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.