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 Croatia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Colin Newman to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Aswad,
The Durutti Column,
Gabor Szabo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
Babytalk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slick Rick,
The Searchers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
Agent Orange,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spoonie Gee,
X-101,
The Residents,
Urselle,
Depeche Mode,
The Leaves,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
June of 44,
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
Eurythmics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
KRS-One,
David Bowie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
Black Moon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pulsallama,
Minnie Riperton,
Visage,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.