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 East Timor and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wally Richardson to the rock 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J,
The Velvet Underground,
Aural Exciters,
Scientists,
Black Flag,
Das Ding,
Liliput,
World's Most,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jawbox,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters,
Cheater Slicks,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
AZ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Goldenarms,
Silicon Teens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dead Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.