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 Zambia and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scott Walker to the grime 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Talk Talk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Alice Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
DNA,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
Fad Gadget,
Kurtis Blow,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Theoretical Girls,
Procol Harum,
Babytalk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Normal,
JFA,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Certain Ratio,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
X-102,
Jandek,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
Blancmange,
Eli Mardock,
The Cowsills,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.