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 Brunei and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Hasil Adkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Niagra,
Y Pants,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Görl,
The Trojans,
Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine,
Derrick May,
Maurizio,
X-101,
Scientists,
Fluxion,
Barrington Levy,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Pagans,
Mandrill,
The Mummies,
Stiv Bators,
Michelle Simonal,
Goldenarms,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Talk Talk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
Subhumans,
Patti Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
China Crisis,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.