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 Sweden and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Heaven 17 to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
Panda Bear,
Yazoo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
Flash Fearless,
Malaria!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
Audionom,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABBA,
Angry Samoans,
The Buckinghams,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terry Callier,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Walker Brothers,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.