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 Samoa and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Howard Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
Janne Schatter,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
Audionom,
Traffic Nightmare,
Metal Thangz,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy,
The Golliwogs,
Infiniti,
The Motions,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
Terry Callier,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sarah Menescal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
JFA,
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bauhaus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Minutemen,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
Skarface,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
Make Up,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
Kerri Chandler,
F. McDonald,
Cluster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.