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 Slovakia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 The Associates to the grunge 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Mission of Burma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
Television Personalities,
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Easy Going,
The New Christs,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
Technova,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxy Music,
The Kinks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacob Miller,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
Aural Exciters,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.