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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
Alton Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
Joe Finger,
Oblivians,
Franke,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
Letta Mbulu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
Zero Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
The Neon Judgement,
Reagan Youth,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
OOIOO,
Joyce Sims,
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
The Modern Lovers,
The American Breed,
Bobby Sherman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
Hashim,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.