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 Mongolia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mark Hollis to the grunge 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Bourne,
Pylon,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
Sight & Sound,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
Sun Ra,
Roxy Music,
Audionom,
Lyres,
The Slits,
Agent Orange,
Suburban Knight,
Minutemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
The Tremeloes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
Derrick May,
Godley & Creme,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wire,
Alton Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
Thompson Twins,
Mo-Dettes,
the Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Holt,
Faust,
Connie Case,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
Livin' Joy,
Monolake,
Bush Tetras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yaz,
Nico,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
the Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Shoche,
Loose Ends,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.