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 Taiwan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
the Germs,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
Tubeway Army,
Jacques Brel,
New York Dolls,
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
Aaron Thompson,
Grey Daturas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
Sexual Harrassment,
Altered Images,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pop Group,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Seeds,
Surgeon,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
DNA,
Boredoms,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
The Martian,
Bang On A Can,
Adolescents,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
Magazine,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo,
Young Marble Giants,
Prince Buster,
The Fortunes,
Ronan,
Roxette,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.