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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harry Pussy,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Görl,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
Leonard Cohen,
Danielle Patucci,
The Walker Brothers,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mission of Burma,
X-Ray Spex,
Youth Brigade,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
Brand Nubian,
Index,
The Black Dice,
The Stooges,
Crash Course in Science,
John Holt,
The Happenings,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
Qualms,
The Five Americans,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
Audionom,
The Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless,
Arcadia,
Ken Boothe,
Essential Logic,
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
Lalann,
Icehouse,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Beau Brummels,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.