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 Iran and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joy Division,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Animal Collective,
Carl Craig,
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
The Real Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
Blancmange,
Metal Thangz,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
The Pop Group,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ituana,
Traffic Nightmare,
MDC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hashim,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
Archie Shepp,
Ludus,
Sixth Finger,
Roxy Music,
Cameo,
Rapeman,
The Star Department,
Howard Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.