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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the techno 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
China Crisis,
Newcleus,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
Brick,
Unwound,
The Busters,
June Days,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Victims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gap Band,
The Skatalites,
Nas,
Tres Demented,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
Quando Quango,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Khruangbin,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
In Retrospect,
The Motions,
The Fall,
Scan 7,
Von Mondo,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.