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 Montenegro and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 The Litter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ohio Players,
The Offenders,
Swans,
Moebius,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
Vainqueur,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Bowie,
Nils Olav,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joyce Sims,
Carl Craig,
Ludus,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ice-T,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Adolescents,
Average White Band,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.