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 Burkina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monolake to the dance 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
PIL,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxette,
Tropical Tobacco,
Duran Duran,
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan,
Urselle,
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crash Course in Science,
Dead Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
The Fall,
Byron Stingily,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fuzztones,
Archie Shepp,
Juan Atkins,
The United States of America,
Connie Case,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skriet,
Amazonics,
EPMD,
Porter Ricks,
Black Moon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Almond,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy,
Loose Ends,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.