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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 The Cure to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Walker Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
Malaria!,
Camouflage,
The Martian,
Gabor Szabo,
Heaven 17,
JFA,
Quantec,
Q65,
Kenny Larkin,
Max Romeo,
Interpol,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
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Lou Christie,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Halsall,
David Bowie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
Radiohead,
Drexciya,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
The Star Department,
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.