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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lalann to the grunge 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
Lyres,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
Fear,
48th St. Collective,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fuzztones,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Flag,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Section 25,
The Busters,
Livin' Joy,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lungfish,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
The Cure,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Howard Jones,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
Public Enemy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
Television Personalities,
K-Klass,
Unrelated Segments,
The Human League,
The Skatalites,
Tim Buckley,
Crime,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.