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 Tajikistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Ten City to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
The Leaves,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Graham Central Station,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Janne Schatter,
Silicon Teens,
a-ha,
Gichy Dan,
Bronski Beat,
Bob Dylan,
Massinfluence,
Thee Headcoats,
Parry Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
The Move,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
48th St. Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.