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 Armenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Red Krayola,
The Cramps,
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
Can,
Royal Trux,
Brick,
The Young Rascals,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dave Gahan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Lightning Bolt,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
Neu!,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
the Normal,
Eric Copeland,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
La Düsseldorf,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
Ludus,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.