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 Croatia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erasure to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Scan 7,
Smog,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mantronix,
Pole,
Bluetip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cramps,
Technova,
Deadbeat,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Groovy Waters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Moon,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
Aural Exciters,
Depeche Mode,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
Royal Trux,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hardrive,
The Move,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liliput,
Joe Smooth,
ABBA,
Cheater Slicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythm & Sound,
Parry Music,
The Slackers,
OOIOO,
Buzzcocks,
Altered Images,
The Kinks,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.