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 Somalia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Negative Approach to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
Motorama,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
Black Moon,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
Mantronix,
John Lydon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
Mark Hollis,
Rites of Spring,
June of 44,
Q65,
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
Colin Newman,
Ituana,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
Can,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.