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 Benin and from London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Easy Going to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
Pantaleimon,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
Radio Birdman,
Pylon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola,
Boredoms,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
the Slits,
Cameo,
The Invisible,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minutemen,
Massinfluence,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
John Foxx,
DJ Style,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
T. Rex,
The Saints,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
Iggy Pop,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moebius,
The Standells,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
Circle Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Japan,
Von Mondo,
Nick Fraelich,
PIL,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.