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 East Timor and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Oneida to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
E-Dancer,
Trumans Water,
Groovy Waters,
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science,
Freddie Wadling,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
The Motions,
Anakelly,
Idris Muhammad,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
Visage,
Arcadia,
Danielle Patucci,
Pierre Henry,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
the Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suicide,
Metal Thangz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
The Trojans,
Graham Central Station,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
Easy Going,
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
Kenny Larkin,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Bananas,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Technova,
The Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.