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 Cyprus and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Archie Shepp to the jazz 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Little Man 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 dance 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom 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?
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masters at Work,
Deakin,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slackers,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
Pet Shop Boys,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
Loose Ends,
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Pus,
Althea and Donna,
Deadbeat,
The Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
The Neon Judgement,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
Jimmy McGriff,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
The Busters,
Yazoo,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.