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 Korea South and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 John Lydon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Sister Nancy,
Archie Shepp,
Lungfish,
Half Japanese,
OOIOO,
Marvin Gaye,
Wire,
Theoretical Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Standells,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
Glenn Branca,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Seeds,
ABC,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Animal Collective,
Scratch Acid,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
Average White Band,
Pole,
Derrick Morgan,
Roger Hodgson,
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Royal Trux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.