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 Vietnam and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Pussy Galore,
Jacques Brel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
Peter & Gordon,
Khruangbin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Carl Craig,
The Busters,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Kinks,
DNA,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
Mr. Review,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
the Association,
MC5,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
Hoover,
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Vogues,
Kenny Larkin,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.