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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Remains 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Invisible,
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fuzztones,
Porter Ricks,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Au Pairs,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Talk Talk,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
Alison Limerick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
Pere Ubu,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
Oneida,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Wells,
Jandek,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.