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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Depeche Mode to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Carl Craig,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hashim,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
Unwound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
Desert Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Zero Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spoonie Gee,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
Robert Hood,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
Eric Dolphy,
Hoover,
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
Monolake,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
Cybotron,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.