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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
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 chamberlin 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 Searchers to the electroclash 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Connie Case,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Marvin Gaye,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smiths,
Motorama,
Janne Schatter,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth,
ABBA,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
Subhumans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
The Dead C,
The Move,
The Fugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
EPMD,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
Moebius,
Jandek,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
Flash Fearless,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
Cameo,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siglo XX,
Yellowson,
Brick,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.