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 the UAE and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Kerrie Biddell to the electroclash 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
Technova,
Dave Gahan,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
The Evens,
Slave,
Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faust,
Television,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oblivians,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
World's Most,
Qualms,
DJ Style,
Arcadia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Quantec,
Black Bananas,
The Stooges,
Outsiders,
the Slits,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
Buzzcocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tres Demented,
Lee Hazlewood,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.