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 Andorra and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Vladislav Delay to the grunge 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Brothers Johnson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
MC5,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quantec,
Donald Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Kinks,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Halsall,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Accadde A,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
Intrusion,
Chris Corsano,
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lower 48,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
Peter & Gordon,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minny Pops,
Rekid,
Aaron Thompson,
The Misunderstood,
Henry Cow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bronski Beat,
Colin Newman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Mojo Men,
The Black Dice,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.