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 Gambia and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Malaria! to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nico,
Derrick May,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Stiv Bators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gong,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
Liliput,
John Coltrane,
Josef K,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tres Demented,
Altered Images,
Public Enemy,
The Dead C,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gladiators,
cv313,
The Vogues,
Radiohead,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Section 25,
Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gories,
The Residents,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ossler,
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.