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 Nepal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chrome to the grunge 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Hashim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
Tres Demented,
Sister Nancy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Juan Atkins,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Nico,
Ultravox,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
PIL,
The Flesh Eaters,
Youth Brigade,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
Lalann,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music,
Radio Birdman,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
Rapeman,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Carl Craig,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barry Ungar,
Tom Boy,
Aaron Thompson,
Porter Ricks,
Ten City,
Television Personalities,
Whodini,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey,
Hardrive,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skarface,
Sonic Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Swans,
The Remains,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.