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 Chile and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Country Teasers to the punk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
John Holt,
Heaven 17,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon,
Circle Jerks,
Motorama,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
H. Thieme,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
Black Pus,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Cale,
Chrome,
Nirvana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dual Sessions,
Byron Stingily,
Mark Hollis,
The Motions,
PIL,
Oblivians,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Black Flag,
Half Japanese,
Audionom,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.