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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the punk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Young Rascals,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Starr,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer,
Deepchord,
Bobby Womack,
Scratch Acid,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
Q and Not U,
Siglo XX,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
D'Angelo,
Unrelated Segments,
Cal Tjader,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
Arthur Verocai,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
Severed Heads,
Goldenarms,
EPMD,
DJ Style,
Schoolly D,
UT,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
Nas,
Bill Near,
Bill Wells,
Moss Icon,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
June Days,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
L. Decosne,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.