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 Korea North and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lower 48 to the electroclash 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Darondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skriet,
Mo-Dettes,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Mills,
Delta 5,
Robert Görl,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
Deakin,
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Bar-Kays,
Barrington Levy,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
Danielle Patucci,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amazonics,
Scion,
Jacob Miller,
Fugazi,
Oblivians,
Arab on Radar,
The Knickerbockers,
Faust,
The Doors,
Liliput,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.