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 Italy and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
Boredoms,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minnie Riperton,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
Aural Exciters,
PIL,
Rapeman,
Godley & Creme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agent Orange,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
Joyce Sims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Ludus,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
Camberwell Now,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dead C,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Babytalk,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mantronix,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.