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 Malaysia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Soft Cell to the crunk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grey Daturas,
Darondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Wire,
Black Moon,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxette,
Underground Resistance,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
Ossler,
Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets,
Hoover,
JFA,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
CMW,
Warsaw,
Kayak,
Ohio Players,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
Grauzone,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
Arthur Verocai,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.