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 Botswana and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 David McCallum to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
Gichy Dan,
the Association,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
PIL,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Clear Light,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
World's Most,
The United States of America,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
Sam Rivers,
The Red Krayola,
EPMD,
The Doors,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
Eddi Front,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quadrant,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang of Four,
ABC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chrome,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.