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 Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 The Moody Blues to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Sound Behaviour,
The Grass Roots,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
Surgeon,
Amazonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Gong,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell,
The Count Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Germs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Byron Stingily,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
One Last Wish,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons,
Schoolly D,
Jerry's Kids,
Alphaville,
David McCallum,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Almond,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
Reagan Youth,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glenn Branca,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
ABBA,
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Index,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sugar Minott,
Skriet,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.