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 Haiti and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 The Durutti Column to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
Peter & Gordon,
Nirvana,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Style,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
Girls At Our Best!,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skriet,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Hoover,
June Days,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
Blake Baxter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review,
Fela Kuti,
Parry Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neu!,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
Steve Hackett,
Grey Daturas,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donald Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
Ponytail,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.