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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
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 linndrum 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 Rites of Spring to the dance 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Motorama,
Minutemen,
Babytalk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Knickerbockers,
Maleditus Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scientists,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fortunes,
LL Cool J,
the Slits,
The Human League,
The Associates,
Arab on Radar,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
Darondo,
Organ,
The Red Krayola,
Crime,
Pantytec,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Main Source,
The Residents,
Franke,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
Clear Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gabor Szabo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.