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 Algeria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zero Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Sparks,
Pere Ubu,
Freddie Wadling,
Spandau Ballet,
Thee Headcoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Magma,
Essential Logic,
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mad Mike,
EPMD,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
The New Christs,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker,
The Offenders,
The Pretty Things,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Starr,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rapeman,
Arthur Verocai,
The American Breed,
Dave Gahan,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gun Club,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Hill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
U.S. Maple,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Machine,
Flash Fearless,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aswad,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.