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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Boredoms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
Graham Central Station,
Pantytec,
Das Ding,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Massinfluence,
Shoche,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moleskins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moebius,
Sister Nancy,
Hashim,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
Nils Olav,
Alphaville,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Techniques,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
Second Layer,
The Busters,
Wire,
T.S.O.L.,
Quantec,
cv313,
The American Breed,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dead C,
Parry Music,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deakin,
The Residents,
The Move,
The Associates,
Absolute Body Control,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.