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 Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tim Buckley to the disco 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
PIL,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
Yaz,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Circle Jerks,
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
The Divine Comedy,
Susan Cadogan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quando Quango,
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pagans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
Tears for Fears,
The Walker Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
Roxy Music,
Janne Schatter,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
Deepchord,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
The Raincoats,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.