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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Dennis Brown to the rap 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Country Teasers,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Harry Pussy,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
World's Most,
Audionom,
Leonard Cohen,
Essential Logic,
48th St. Collective,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Eden Ahbez,
Jandek,
Qualms,
Stereo Dub,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
Public Enemy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Panda Bear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eurythmics,
The Gladiators,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yellowson,
The Zeros,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donny Hathaway,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dave Gahan,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.