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 India and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the techno 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Count Five,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Bourne,
Morten Harket,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magazine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
Japan,
The Cure,
Marvin Gaye,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cowsills,
Theoretical Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Skriet,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
New Order,
Mantronix,
Jeff Mills,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brass Construction,
Massinfluence,
The United States of America,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds,
Television,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.