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 Ireland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Angry Samoans to the dance 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
Yaz,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
DJ Style,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Janne Schatter,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
Animal Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Association,
Dawn Penn,
David McCallum,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Hot Snakes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
Roxy Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
Sam Rivers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal,
Suicide,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
Silicon Teens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
Kerri Chandler,
the Human League,
MDC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Motorama,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.