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 Costa Rica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 X-101 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s 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 Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crime,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Morten Harket,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
Wally Richardson,
The Gun Club,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Pole,
Underground Resistance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
D'Angelo,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Iggy Pop,
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
The Pretty Things,
Ludus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Beau Brummels,
Albert Ayler,
The Index,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
Barbara Tucker,
Masters at Work,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mark Hollis,
Model 500,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
Hoover,
Livin' Joy,
the Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
the Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Section 25,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.