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 Bolivia and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
The Mojo Men,
Sarah Menescal,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
Ituana,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya,
Throbbing Gristle,
June of 44,
48th St. Collective,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Sherman,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Wire,
Magma,
The Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
Howard Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
Monks,
Arcadia,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.