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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sister Nancy,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young,
Arcadia,
Don Cherry,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
The Vogues,
Marine Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
Model 500,
Ronnie Foster,
R.M.O.,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
Fluxion,
48th St. Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
Skarface,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
Minutemen,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
Moss Icon,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Black Dice,
The Wake,
Quadrant,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.