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 Kosovo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Theoretical Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Magma,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
Silicon Teens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
Ten City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Urselle,
Scientists,
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fad Gadget,
The Blues Magoos,
JFA,
Second Layer,
Skriet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jawbox,
Oblivians,
The Doors,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
Suicide,
The Invisible,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
Ossler,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
Bobby Sherman,
Negative Approach,
Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Yazoo,
X-Ray Spex,
Chrome,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
Bauhaus,
Loose Ends,
Audionom,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Byron Stingily,
Stiv Bators,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.