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 East Timor and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 The Dave Clark Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Stetsasonic,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17,
The Fall,
Erykah Badu,
Hasil Adkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Zeros,
Technova,
The Associates,
the Human League,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Japan,
Robert Hood,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
Terry Callier,
Glenn Branca,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
The Moleskins,
Minutemen,
Youth Brigade,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
Ultra Naté,
Angry Samoans,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marine Girls,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.