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 Uganda and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Ronan to the grunge 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Axelrod,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Sonics,
Yaz,
cv313,
Average White Band,
X-101,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Jandek,
Swans,
AZ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
Sixth Finger,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
The Offenders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
Fluxion,
Alton Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
Gong,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.