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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Talk Talk to the rock 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gun Club,
Unrelated Segments,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronan,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
KRS-One,
Negative Approach,
Pantytec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Make Up,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The New Christs,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Near,
ABC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Outsiders,
a-ha,
Blancmange,
Hoover,
Boredoms,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Index,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.