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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Rekid to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Davy DMX,
the Slits,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow,
Interpol,
The Five Americans,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
The Stooges,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Leonard Cohen,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
Pantytec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Audionom,
T. Rex,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nik Kershaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mars,
Gang of Four,
Accadde A,
H. Thieme,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
Bronski Beat,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
Suburban Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Supertramp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Negative Approach,
Newcleus,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
Qualms,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
UT,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.