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 Israel and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Theoretical Girls to the grime 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Hoover,
Godley & Creme,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sällskapet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magazine,
The Dirtbombs,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
Bluetip,
John Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster,
AZ,
ABBA,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Teasers,
Lalann,
Minny Pops,
Gichy Dan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gories,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Wire,
Derrick Morgan,
Sight & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.