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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Black Flag to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
The Remains,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Age Steppers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gap Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Ituana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Golliwogs,
Skriet,
The New Christs,
Charles Mingus,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
Ronan,
Sun City Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
Deakin,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
Freddie Wadling,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Motions,
Minutemen,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
Tubeway Army,
Organ,
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
Boz Scaggs,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.