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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Index,
The J.B.'s,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
Aaron Thompson,
Carl Craig,
The Barracudas,
ABBA,
X-102,
the Swans,
Monolake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skarface,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
the Germs,
Mark Hollis,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
Cal Tjader,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
Joey Negro,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Fraelich,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The American Breed,
The Young Rascals,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
Ohio Players,
Sällskapet,
The Slits,
The Fall,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
Television,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
Soulsonic Force,
X-101,
Eli Mardock,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Green,
Darondo,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.