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 South Africa and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Althea and Donna to the grunge 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans,
Davy DMX,
Model 500,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
U.S. Maple,
Maurizio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Altered Images,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Depeche Mode,
Pet Shop Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Symarip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Bourne,
Delta 5,
Amazonics,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
the Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
Radiohead,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Faraquet,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
New York Dolls,
Barry Ungar,
Harry Pussy,
Ronan,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.