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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Warren Ellis to the grime 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The American Breed,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
The Fall,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
Thee Headcoats,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
the Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Litter,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Count Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radio Birdman,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.