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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Donald Byrd,
Tom Boy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gun Club,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Womack,
Quadrant,
Magma,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
LL Cool J,
Lucky Dragons,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gap Band,
Negative Approach,
Radiohead,
Archie Shepp,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow,
Jawbox,
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
Roxette,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
PIL,
Smog,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MDC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry's Kids,
The Index,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.