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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Blake Baxter to the jazz 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
Sister Nancy,
The Golliwogs,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doors,
Duran Duran,
Sex Pistols,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
Rosa Yemen,
The Selecter,
The Fuzztones,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
Severed Heads,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
The Move,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.