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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Sun City Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
Technova,
Josef K,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
Popol Vuh,
Model 500,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cluster,
Arab on Radar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
The Smiths,
Lalann,
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
Khruangbin,
Minutemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
Kenny Larkin,
Eden Ahbez,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
It's A Beautiful Day,
L. Decosne,
Tres Demented,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
Deakin,
Sparks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlback,
10cc,
Isaac Hayes,
kango's stein massive,
Babytalk,
The Motions,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
Half Japanese,
Scratch Acid,
Joy Division,
Oblivians,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.