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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Divine Comedy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Jacob Miller,
Echospace,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Monks,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
Clear Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
Ituana,
The Cure,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Nirvana,
Bluetip,
Rekid,
Banda Bassotti,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
F. McDonald,
E-Dancer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
Alice Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
Josef K,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gap Band,
The Trojans,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
Section 25,
The Residents,
LL Cool J,
The Vogues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.