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 East Timor and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suburban Knight 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Erasure,
Colin Newman,
The Techniques,
Magazine,
Howard Jones,
Kas Product,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Halsall,
Soulsonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Sällskapet,
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
The Blackbyrds,
Eddi Front,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Wyatt,
Nico,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
Scratch Acid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aural Exciters,
Goldenarms,
The Standells,
Joey Negro,
FM Einheit,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dead C,
The Residents,
The Cramps,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
In Retrospect,
Ludus,
Tommy Roe,
Deepchord,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.