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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Gladiators,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Almond,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moby Grape,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
Cybotron,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
L. Decosne,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
Todd Terry,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Niagra,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
Crooked Eye,
the Normal,
Ten City,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cure,
The Toasters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.