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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Divine Comedy to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hoover,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
X-101,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
Skaos,
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Moon,
Accadde A,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
The Red Krayola,
The Moleskins,
The Busters,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare,
Royal Trux,
Sixth Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
Mandrill,
One Last Wish,
Janne Schatter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
Ponytail,
The Standells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ludus,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
Schoolly D,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terry Callier,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Spandau Ballet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.