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 Mali and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 E-Dancer to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure 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?
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers,
Sparks,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mandrill,
MC5,
Jandek,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
Ultra Naté,
Sixth Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra,
Fugazi,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
Grauzone,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Inner City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mantronix,
Soul Sonic Force,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.