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 Senegal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Slits to the disco 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül II,
The Index,
KRS-One,
Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Byrd,
Magazine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
Whodini,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
The Toasters,
the Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
Suicide,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
Babytalk,
Bronski Beat,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
ABBA,
Barrington Levy,
Wally Richardson,
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.