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 Finland and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bauhaus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
Moebius,
Parry Music,
Franke,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
The Selecter,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed,
DNA,
John Foxx,
Accadde A,
the Normal,
Fugazi,
Wolf Eyes,
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Womack,
The Neon Judgement,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
Quantec,
The Motions,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
AZ,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
Young Marble Giants,
Flash Fearless,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
Davy DMX,
OOIOO,
Clear Light,
Gang Green,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
Jandek,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delon & Dalcan,
Infiniti,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.