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 the UAE and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonic Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Yellowson,
Quando Quango,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
The Zeros,
John Foxx,
Black Bananas,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
The Invisible,
Metal Thangz,
Section 25,
The Evens,
Television,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
OOIOO,
Skriet,
Babytalk,
Robert Görl,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gap Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Blancmange,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.