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 Sweden and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-Ray Spex to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Swell Maps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sight & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
The Moleskins,
David McCallum,
Wally Richardson,
Dawn Penn,
L. Decosne,
Pierre Henry,
The Toasters,
Kerri Chandler,
Lungfish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
MC5,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Radiohead,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Cameo,
Desert Stars,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.