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 Botswana and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mummies to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Chrome,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
R.M.O.,
The Dirtbombs,
Buzzcocks,
Flipper,
Newcleus,
Fugazi,
Lyres,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Surgeon,
Bad Manners,
Roger Hodgson,
The Martian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacques Brel,
The Smiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fall,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABC,
Gang Green,
Kerri Chandler,
New Order,
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.