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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantytec to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Almond,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans,
The Zeros,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Ultravox,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
Arthur Verocai,
Pere Ubu,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
Yellowson,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Adolescents,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
Stetsasonic,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantaleimon,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
The Remains,
Matthew Halsall,
Gabor Szabo,
Aloha Tigers,
Michelle Simonal,
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
Colin Newman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.