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 Israel and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Human League,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Durutti Column,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
Lightning Bolt,
Liliput,
The Remains,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Terry,
the Slits,
Gong,
Al Stewart,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
Prince Buster,
Connie Case,
Henry Cow,
Hasil Adkins,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Star Department,
The Offenders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
Judy Mowatt,
The Real Kids,
Grauzone,
Rufus Thomas,
Suicide,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.