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 Maldives and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Anakelly to the punk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
Pere Ubu,
The Zeros,
Adolescents,
Section 25,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Selecter,
10cc,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
Blancmange,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vladislav Delay,
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
Wally Richardson,
Pantaleimon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
the Normal,
Chris Corsano,
PIL,
The Human League,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ossler,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.