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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Public Enemy to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Moby Grape,
Magazine,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
Eli Mardock,
Quantec,
Pole,
Surgeon,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
The Seeds,
Jandek,
Hashim,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reuben Wilson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quando Quango,
Half Japanese,
The Neon Judgement,
The Modern Lovers,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
Wings,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
The Motions,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
L. Decosne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
Aloha Tigers,
Deadbeat,
Moss Icon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.