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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Bill Near to the grime 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Glenn Branca,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
the Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Little Man,
The Residents,
Franke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
CMW,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
Moss Icon,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harry Pussy,
The Gladiators,
Can,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Red Krayola,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Move,
Faraquet,
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Hardrive,
Parry Music,
L. Decosne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
The Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
Bad Manners,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
Carl Craig,
The Associates,
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.