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 Maldives and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
Can,
Jacob Miller,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
Mr. Review,
Banda Bassotti,
Juan Atkins,
Loose Ends,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
The Wake,
The Monochrome Set,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cameo,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
Sex Pistols,
The Zeros,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gichy Dan,
Hoover,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pop Group,
Absolute Body Control,
Eden Ahbez,
Accadde A,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
Erasure,
Drexciya,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.