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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 X-102 to the crunk 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
Second Layer,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Swans,
The Gories,
Nirvana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
The Associates,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
Jacques Brel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kas Product,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Wells,
Index,
B.T. Express,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Holt,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brothers Johnson,
Connie Case,
Nik Kershaw,
The Evens,
Agent Orange,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.