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 Peru and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Visage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reagan Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fugazi,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Royal Trux,
Soul II Soul,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
PIL,
Monks,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
Lindisfarne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Motorama,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Young Rascals,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
Icehouse,
The Star Department,
Warsaw,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.