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 Cambodia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 The Grass Roots to the grunge 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
ABC,
Thee Headcoats,
Ice-T,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things,
Television,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
cv313,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans,
The Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris Corsano,
Skriet,
Godley & Creme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
Cecil Taylor,
Tom Boy,
Sixth Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
MC5,
Faraquet,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eli Mardock,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Michelle Simonal,
Scientists,
Nas,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
B.T. Express,
Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
The J.B.'s,
Yellowson,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.