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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
DNA,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
Thompson Twins,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonic Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brass Construction,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
Television,
Second Layer,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
Smog,
Juan Atkins,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
Bad Manners,
Groovy Waters,
Newcleus,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantytec,
Joyce Sims,
Q65,
Kerri Chandler,
John Lydon,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.