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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Neon Judgement to the funk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ornette Coleman,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
Dorothy Ashby,
a-ha,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
the Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxy Music,
Nas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Trojans,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
Traffic Nightmare,
Henry Cow,
The Cowsills,
Groovy Waters,
B.T. Express,
Swans,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantytec,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dark Day,
Bauhaus,
Dawn Penn,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Connie Case,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
Panda Bear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker,
Faraquet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mark Hollis,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.