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 Lebanon and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 World's Most to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deadbeat,
Fugazi,
Loose Ends,
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
The Vogues,
Motorama,
This Heat,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mark Hollis,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Stooges,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Moebius,
Colin Newman,
Nirvana,
Aaron Thompson,
Skriet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
Absolute Body Control,
John Lydon,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
Lungfish,
Wings,
Yazoo,
Icehouse,
The Selecter,
Das Ding,
Chrome,
Don Cherry,
Faraquet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
Metal Thangz,
Banda Bassotti,
Dead Boys,
The Toasters,
John Coltrane,
Swans,
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.