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 Guinea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Silicon Teens to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
the Sonics,
MDC,
The Cure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
The Tremeloes,
Japan,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Bourne,
Malaria!,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
Ohio Players,
Vainqueur,
E-Dancer,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
Boredoms,
Deakin,
Black Bananas,
the Normal,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
Intrusion,
the Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Lindisfarne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flash Fearless,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
Minny Pops,
Accadde A,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.