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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cheater Slicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
Smog,
Camouflage,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Technova,
Colin Newman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
Rosa Yemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
Drexciya,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
Letta Mbulu,
Talk Talk,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.