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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Index to the dance 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Peter and Kerry,
John Lydon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Main Source,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
Slave,
Flipper,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
Cluster,
Make Up,
Pylon,
Scratch Acid,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Subhumans,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
Mo-Dettes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
Byron Stingily,
The New Christs,
The Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Standells,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
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Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Wasted Youth,
Negative Approach,
Black Moon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
John Cale,
The Vogues,
Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kas Product,
Magma,
Moebius,
JFA,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.