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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Goldenarms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gories,
Mission of Burma,
Joey Negro,
Interpol,
DNA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
Malaria!,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
Yellowson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
ABBA,
the Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Pus,
Hardrive,
Symarip,
ABC,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rapeman,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
Derrick Morgan,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.