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 Malawi and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Velvet Underground to the electroclash 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Whodini,
UT,
Icehouse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wolf Eyes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gap Band,
Monks,
Warsaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Harmonia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
The Searchers,
Can,
The Raincoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yellowson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Popol Vuh,
Black Pus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minutemen,
Vainqueur,
Ossler,
Nils Olav,
The Standells,
The Vogues,
Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Parrish,
Fluxion,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sister Nancy,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.