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 Palau and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley 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?
John Foxx,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moss Icon,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
Terry Callier,
Joensuu 1685,
Crash Course in Science,
Bad Manners,
The Wake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Eurythmics,
Nick Fraelich,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flipper,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
Little Man,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slave,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
a-ha,
Motorama,
The Durutti Column,
The Dead C,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
The Fuzztones,
Jacques Brel,
Thee Headcoats,
Crooked Eye,
Sällskapet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
Colin Newman,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
Don Cherry,
The Victims,
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Isaac Hayes,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.