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 Panama and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Ice-T to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visage,
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
Gang of Four,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
One Last Wish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Popol Vuh,
The Barracudas,
The Dead C,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
Urselle,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
Tubeway Army,
Pylon,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ken Boothe,
The Leaves,
Brothers Johnson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tim Buckley,
Drexciya,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
Q65,
Aloha Tigers,
Neu!,
The Count Five,
David Bowie,
The Gun Club,
Deadbeat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.