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 Italy and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Evens to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
The Durutti Column,
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
Roxy Music,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monolake,
Jeff Mills,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABBA,
the Association,
Unwound,
Excepter,
Masters at Work,
Outsiders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Moebius,
Barrington Levy,
John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
The Busters,
Magazine,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Move,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
Rod Modell,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scrapy,
UT,
Suicide,
Essential Logic,
Glenn Branca,
John Holt,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.