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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Leonard Cohen to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
The Dead C,
Janne Schatter,
The Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Godley & Creme,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Human League,
Quantec,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
Icehouse,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
Graham Central Station,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
Livin' Joy,
June of 44,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
Deakin,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alphaville,
Ken Boothe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.