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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ponytail to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
The Golliwogs,
Morten Harket,
In Retrospect,
MDC,
The Mummies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Schoolly D,
The Gladiators,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
The Wake,
Niagra,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
Quantec,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ituana,
Chris & Cosey,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
Subhumans,
Rites of Spring,
Steve Hackett,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
The Gories,
Connie Case,
Dave Gahan,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.