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 Grenada and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Anakelly to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
The Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
JFA,
Rakim,
The Sound,
Darondo,
Animal Collective,
Essential Logic,
Dark Day,
Motorama,
Soft Machine,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
Royal Trux,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo,
Black Moon,
The Techniques,
Roxette,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barrington Levy,
The Sonics,
PIL,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
Fugazi,
Curtis Mayfield,
L. Decosne,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.