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 Tonga and from London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Metal Thangz to the punk 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Amon Düül II,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monolake,
cv313,
Minor Threat,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
Mark Hollis,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare,
Toni Rubio,
Ludus,
World's Most,
Alphaville,
Albert Ayler,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
Yaz,
Tommy Roe,
Vainqueur,
Absolute Body Control,
Franke,
the Association,
Flash Fearless,
Depeche Mode,
Sight & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
The American Breed,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
Public Enemy,
UT,
The Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Anthony Braxton,
Bush Tetras,
Barbara Tucker,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
The Sonics,
Marmalade,
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zapp,
Magma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
Kas Product,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.