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 France and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Mojo Men,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gories,
Laurel Aitken,
Lungfish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
D'Angelo,
Alice Coltrane,
World's Most,
The Sonics,
The Doors,
Fear,
Interpol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
UT,
Jandek,
Agent Orange,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
Sandy B,
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
The Move,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker,
Yazoo,
The Beau Brummels,
Second Layer,
Aswad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nico,
Urselle,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.