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 Sweden and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Angry Samoans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Panda Bear,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
the Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aswad,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
The Busters,
Zero Boys,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
Althea and Donna,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Make Up,
Oneida,
Davy DMX,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
A Flock of Seagulls,
H. Thieme,
Cameo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blues Magoos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sonics,
Inner City,
The Birthday Party,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
Scientists,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake,
The Cure,
Adolescents,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.