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 Zambia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Jacques Brel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
E-Dancer,
Aural Exciters,
The Velvet Underground,
Index,
Simply Red,
Marvin Gaye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick May,
Stetsasonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Motorama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
Lungfish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bronski Beat,
Harmonia,
Desert Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
Boredoms,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The American Breed,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gories,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
K-Klass,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grauzone,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sällskapet,
The Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.