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 Haiti and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Youth Brigade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sparks,
The Fall,
Soul Sonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Bluetip,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
The Saints,
Morten Harket,
The Tremeloes,
Alison Limerick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Godley & Creme,
the Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
Black Flag,
Swans,
The Remains,
June Days,
The Happenings,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
The Blues Magoos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Ronan,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Franke,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Hood,
Bauhaus,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
Pantytec,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.