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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nico to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
Cameo,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
The Motions,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stiv Bators,
Peter and Kerry,
Television,
Unwound,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television Personalities,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry's Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express,
Pulsallama,
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
June Days,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
Crispian St. Peters,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
Supertramp,
Soul II Soul,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eurythmics,
The Real Kids,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
Q65,
EPMD,
Qualms,
Slave,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.