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 Slovenia and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 UT to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Stereo Dub,
The J.B.'s,
the Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris Corsano,
Byron Stingily,
The Doobie Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
Mission of Burma,
Lightning Bolt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
The Vogues,
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai,
Tom Boy,
The Slackers,
Aaron Thompson,
Eurythmics,
Darondo,
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
Derrick Morgan,
X-Ray Spex,
Blancmange,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.