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 Australia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Agitation Free to the techno 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Swans,
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Christie,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
R.M.O.,
Cameo,
Al Stewart,
48th St. Collective,
KRS-One,
JFA,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Wings,
Babytalk,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
Sixth Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
the Slits,
Scan 7,
Deadbeat,
Skarface,
Eli Mardock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mr. Review,
Surgeon,
Schoolly D,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.