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 Morocco and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vladislav Delay to the rock 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
John Holt,
Scott Walker,
John Lydon,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
Wally Richardson,
The Buckinghams,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Young Rascals,
Black Flag,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott Heron,
H. Thieme,
Inner City,
Sixth Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Das Ding,
Scratch Acid,
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
K-Klass,
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Maurizio,
Robert Hood,
Duran Duran,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
The Durutti Column,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monks,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.