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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Yazoo to the punk 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Invisible,
Eric Dolphy,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fad Gadget,
Howard Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Black Sheep,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
The Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Star Department,
The Durutti Column,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
Lou Reed,
Tubeway Army,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie,
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.