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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Birthday Party to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tim Buckley,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
Sun City Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
Circle Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Halsall,
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange,
Liliput,
Deakin,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
The Golliwogs,
Lindisfarne,
Visage,
Brass Construction,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grauzone,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
Wings,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
Japan,
Albert Ayler,
Youth Brigade,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anakelly,
The Move,
Freddie Wadling,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.