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 Malaysia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Ituana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
The New Christs,
the Sonics,
Deakin,
Gang Green,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
The Techniques,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mummies,
Fugazi,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Byron Stingily,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
Visage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
Sandy B,
Cal Tjader,
Tubeway Army,
Juan Atkins,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.