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 Greece and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Hashim,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
Eve St. Jones,
Yaz,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marmalade,
MDC,
the Human League,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joyce Sims,
Reuben Wilson,
Nils Olav,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Josef K,
Shuggie Otis,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül,
Minny Pops,
Blossom Toes,
The Index,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.