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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Q65 to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Scion,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Eli Mardock,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
Crooked Eye,
The Moleskins,
Kas Product,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order,
Amon Düül II,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
JFA,
Sam Rivers,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5,
Urselle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
Thee Headcoats,
Marine Girls,
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
John Cale,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
Ronnie Foster,
The Skatalites,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lyres,
Soulsonic Force,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.