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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glenn Branca to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
Accadde A,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Archie Shepp,
Fela Kuti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Laurel Aitken,
Eve St. Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
Groovy Waters,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
The Stooges,
The Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
New Order,
Sandy B,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
Audionom,
Duran Duran,
The Flesh Eaters,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Loose Ends,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Arthur Verocai,
Fad Gadget,
The Techniques,
Harpers Bizarre,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quadrant,
Camouflage,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Human League,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.