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 Jordan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Laurel Aitken 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Unwound,
Reuben Wilson,
Mars,
Royal Trux,
Suburban Knight,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cymande,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Görl,
Kayak,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Make Up,
Rites of Spring,
Susan Cadogan,
Grauzone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia,
Neu!,
Faraquet,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fugs,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül II,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
FM Einheit,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donny Hathaway,
Main Source,
Easy Going,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lyres,
Tears for Fears,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.