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 Guatemala and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
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 guitar 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 Los Fastidios to the techno 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Quadrant,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
The Dirtbombs,
Moby Grape,
Mantronix,
Sam Rivers,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
The Move,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Scratch Acid,
Sandy B,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
PIL,
Clear Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Fatback Band,
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
John Foxx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantytec,
ABBA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick May,
Maurizio,
Hoover,
Jeru the Damaja,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley,
Stetsasonic,
Popol Vuh,
Chrome,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
New Order,
Skriet,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.