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 Brunei and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Aaron Thompson to the grime 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Human League,
The Slits,
The Victims,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
Bobby Womack,
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
The Associates,
The Count Five,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
Q65,
Matthew Bourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Busters,
The Index,
Hashim,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
Loose Ends,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
The Blackbyrds,
Masters at Work,
In Retrospect,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young,
Albert Ayler,
Make Up,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
Bauhaus,
Quadrant,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
Ossler,
Wasted Youth,
Rod Modell,
The Trojans,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul II Soul,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.