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 Gabon and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Pretty Things to the rock 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lyres,
Technova,
EPMD,
Scientists,
Easy Going,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Star Department,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Susan Cadogan,
FM Einheit,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Niagra,
Kenny Larkin,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blancmange,
Drexciya,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül II,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Near,
Altered Images,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Trumans Water,
Von Mondo,
Charles Mingus,
The Sound,
Deadbeat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.