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 France and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Copeland,
The New Christs,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
Motorama,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
The Monks,
David McCallum,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.