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 Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grime 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
David McCallum,
Warren Ellis,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shuggie Otis,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
The Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Mark Hollis,
Kas Product,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quadrant,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Terry,
Aaron Thompson,
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fear,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
Cymande,
Ten City,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
Skaos,
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
The Barracudas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül II,
the Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
U.S. Maple,
Chris & Cosey,
Grauzone,
Bobby Sherman,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.