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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Altered Images to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Easy Going,
Brick,
The Standells,
Eden Ahbez,
Vainqueur,
UT,
Morten Harket,
Mark Hollis,
The Fortunes,
JFA,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
Fugazi,
Interpol,
Roxette,
Erasure,
Niagra,
Cybotron,
Rapeman,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New York Dolls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Faust,
Aswad,
Cluster,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Pere Ubu,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
KRS-One,
The Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
Alison Limerick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.