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 Dominica and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Das Ding to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T. Rex,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minutemen,
The Red Krayola,
The Leaves,
Vainqueur,
The Victims,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
Morten Harket,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brick,
X-101,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Mantronix,
Carl Craig,
Nirvana,
Organ,
Barbara Tucker,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hot Snakes,
The Golliwogs,
ABBA,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
Buzzcocks,
the Association,
Motorama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drexciya,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.