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 Eritrea and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Colin Newman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Henry Cow,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
Kerri Chandler,
The Toasters,
The Real Kids,
Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Groovy Waters,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
Gong,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
The Mummies,
Loose Ends,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
JFA,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
Ossler,
Faraquet,
Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
The Skatalites,
Nico,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
The Cramps,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet,
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
Idris Muhammad,
Stereo Dub,
KRS-One,
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
Flipper,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.