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 South Africa and from London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Goldenarms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerri Chandler,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
Lower 48,
The Walker Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Technova,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Banda Bassotti,
The Real Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unrelated Segments,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
ABC,
the Human League,
The Pop Group,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
Jacob Miller,
John Cale,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
Rapeman,
The Slits,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül II,
Faraquet,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.