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 Cuba and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Second Layer to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Crime,
The Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
Charles Mingus,
Pylon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
The Selecter,
Whodini,
Lungfish,
The Red Krayola,
Half Japanese,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
Icehouse,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
Wire,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
Hashim,
The Saints,
10cc,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tres Demented,
Grauzone,
Bob Dylan,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
Young Marble Giants,
Boredoms,
Tubeway Army,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.