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 Nepal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Modern Lovers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Trojans,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
The Flesh Eaters,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
EPMD,
Roxette,
Schoolly D,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Clarke,
Shoche,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Deakin,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
Talk Talk,
Pantytec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Moon,
The Techniques,
Royal Trux,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.