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 Australia and from Jakarta.
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 Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Junior Murvin to the disco 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
Archie Shepp,
Pole,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
JFA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerri Chandler,
Rotary Connection,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The American Breed,
Easy Going,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller,
Porter Ricks,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
The Remains,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
Malaria!,
Organ,
The Slackers,
Tommy Roe,
Sex Pistols,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Christie,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
This Heat,
the Slits,
Don Cherry,
The Moody Blues,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Alton Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.