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 Albania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
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 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 Charles Mingus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
The Cowsills,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young,
Jeff Mills,
Cybotron,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
the Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer,
Minny Pops,
AZ,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
Model 500,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
R.M.O.,
Kerri Chandler,
Pylon,
Byron Stingily,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
Brothers Johnson,
Cecil Taylor,
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Boredoms,
Zero Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L.,
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
June of 44,
Basic Channel,
Pantytec,
Spoonie Gee,
cv313,
Newcleus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris Corsano,
Organ,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.