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 Greece and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 jazz 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Gap Band,
Television,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
Visage,
Arthur Verocai,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
Wally Richardson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monks,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Panda Bear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Black Dice,
Mantronix,
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson,
China Crisis,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Enemy,
The Beau Brummels,
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Colin Newman,
Average White Band,
The Birthday Party,
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
Ludus,
Sonic Youth,
Royal Trux,
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.