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 Brazil and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Steve Hackett to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
The Gun Club,
The Remains,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moleskins,
KRS-One,
PIL,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
Cluster,
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deadbeat,
Erykah Badu,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
Sonic Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
Easy Going,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Almond,
Ice-T,
Derrick May,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Hood,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.