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 Canada and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pagans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dawn Penn,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Ossler,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
a-ha,
Scrapy,
Little Man,
A Certain Ratio,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Young Marble Giants,
David Bowie,
Fela Kuti,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
Spandau Ballet,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
the Germs,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flipper,
Masters at Work,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
Faust,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
The Flesh Eaters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.