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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Scion,
Crash Course in Science,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
Roxy Music,
Mad Mike,
Nico,
Clear Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
Qualms,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
The Count Five,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Last Poets,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
Suburban Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
Moebius,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fall,
Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television,
kango's stein massive,
Cymande,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.