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 Korea South and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rock 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultravox,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Fraelich,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
The Real Kids,
Cluster,
The Victims,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
Lower 48,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalann,
Shoche,
Neu!,
Swell Maps,
Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
Danielle Patucci,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
Moebius,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
Sugar Minott,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Style,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.