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 Guinea 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scratch Acid,
The Birthday Party,
Niagra,
The Toasters,
Scion,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
Patti Smith,
The Wake,
The Divine Comedy,
Charles Mingus,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
Rufus Thomas,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
H. Thieme,
The Fugs,
Sparks,
Alison Limerick,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
Agent Orange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tim Buckley,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Selecter,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Fatback Band,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.