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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Bob Dylan to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
The Durutti Column,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
Lindisfarne,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
Shuggie Otis,
Das Ding,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
Erasure,
Sun City Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Wire,
The Mojo Men,
The Dirtbombs,
Magma,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
Fugazi,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bluetip,
Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Moon,
Pulsallama,
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt,
Brand Nubian,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
Sandy B,
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
The Angels of Light,
Groovy Waters,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.