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 Paraguay and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Terrestrial Tones to the jazz 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Tom Boy,
Dave Gahan,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hardrive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
Theoretical Girls,
JFA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
Ronan,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
Magazine,
Wings,
Donny Hathaway,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
cv313,
Judy Mowatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
Sex Pistols,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Bush Tetras,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
EPMD,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.