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 Korea South and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 The Shadows of Knight to the grunge 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
Lalann,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skaos,
Depeche Mode,
DNA,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Slits,
Lyres,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
The Raincoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
Japan,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Tremeloes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
Graham Central Station,
Alton Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
The Doors,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
Juan Atkins,
The Blackbyrds,
MDC,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
Fat Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Connie Case,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
Sister Nancy,
Deepchord,
Tim Buckley,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.