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 Estonia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Deepchord 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Susan Cadogan,
Angry Samoans,
ABC,
Hashim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
The Gun Club,
F. McDonald,
Marine Girls,
Guru Guru,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman,
Piero Umiliani,
Howard Jones,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
the Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
R.M.O.,
Spoonie Gee,
Sister Nancy,
Marmalade,
MDC,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Charles Mingus,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker,
June of 44,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zapp,
The Associates,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sonics,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.