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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 The Music Machine to the disco 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
The New Christs,
The Slits,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Masters at Work,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Supertramp,
Boredoms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
Jeff Mills,
Moss Icon,
Flash Fearless,
Freddie Wadling,
Metal Thangz,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Near,
Radiohead,
The Offenders,
Ossler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stereo Dub,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
CMW,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
the Sonics,
Adolescents,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.