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 Argentina and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 OOIOO to the electroclash 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
Thee Headcoats,
Make Up,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alphaville,
The Skatalites,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
Swans,
Oblivians,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry,
MC5,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
Kayak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Mad Mike,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Pere Ubu,
Niagra,
Minny Pops,
Marc Almond,
Das Ding,
In Retrospect,
Lalann,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Intrusion,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terry Callier,
Porter Ricks,
Piero Umiliani,
Darondo,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.