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 Bahrain and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Siglo XX to the jazz 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Five Americans,
Marvin Gaye,
Yellowson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
Wolf Eyes,
Skarface,
Deakin,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
Sugar Minott,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funky Four + One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Teasers,
Easy Going,
Lindisfarne,
Dave Gahan,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
The Angels of Light,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gap Band,
The Gladiators,
The Smiths,
The Raincoats,
CMW,
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Mandrill,
Ultra Naté,
Glenn Branca,
Unwound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Au Pairs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
Make Up,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Audionom,
Second Layer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.