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 Mauritius and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Dawn Penn to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Fugs,
The New Christs,
U.S. Maple,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Index,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
Faust,
Reagan Youth,
Althea and Donna,
The Red Krayola,
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Sheep,
Siglo XX,
Piero Umiliani,
Organ,
John Foxx,
Albert Ayler,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
Brass Construction,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
The Names,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
Wings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ken Boothe,
Lyres,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Buzzcocks,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
Lakeside,
Radiohead,
Pet Shop Boys,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
B.T. Express,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marmalade,
Chrome,
Audionom,
Harry Pussy,
Simply Red,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.