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 Denmark and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fall to the grunge 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
John Lydon,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO,
Brick,
The Busters,
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
Scott Walker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
Arab on Radar,
The Standells,
Josef K,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bluetip,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
The Litter,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
The Index,
Wally Richardson,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
DNA,
Porter Ricks,
New Age Steppers,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.