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 Benin and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Kerri Chandler to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
The Busters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Residents,
The Slackers,
The J.B.'s,
Delta 5,
Buzzcocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lightning Bolt,
Suburban Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Toni Rubio,
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gories,
Maurizio,
Bill Near,
Gong,
Bad Manners,
the Germs,
F. McDonald,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
The Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gabor Szabo,
Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Q and Not U,
Fat Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Scion,
Scratch Acid,
Visage,
The Dead C,
Porter Ricks,
Davy DMX,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Nirvana,
Rapeman,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
The Leaves,
Main Source,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.