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 France and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dead C,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Ludus,
Malaria!,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
Unrelated Segments,
Crash Course in Science,
Monolake,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
Franke,
Von Mondo,
Bill Near,
Royal Trux,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moleskins,
Harmonia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
Fear,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Carl Craig,
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slackers,
JFA,
Pussy Galore,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
the Slits,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.