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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Colin Newman to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
Godley & Creme,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
Fluxion,
Peter and Kerry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Maurizio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faust,
Organ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Inner City,
The Sound,
Sugar Minott,
The Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
Danielle Patucci,
Howard Jones,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Womack,
Marcia Griffiths,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
Skaos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
Scrapy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.