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 Malawi and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Bang On A Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
The Martian,
Lalann,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
ABC,
The Gap Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Kurtis Blow,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
Maleditus Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
David Axelrod,
The Vogues,
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joey Negro,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brick,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Trumans Water,
The Star Department,
Drive Like Jehu,
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
The Residents,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Outsiders,
Reagan Youth,
The Fugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
Audionom,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.