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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Brass Construction to the disco 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grauzone,
MDC,
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Au Pairs,
Morten Harket,
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rekid,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
X-102,
Deadbeat,
Joe Finger,
Tres Demented,
T. Rex,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
Loose Ends,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blues Magoos,
Cecil Taylor,
Arab on Radar,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
The Raincoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
Newcleus,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian,
Spandau Ballet,
Quantec,
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
Laurel Aitken,
The Alarm Clocks,
DNA,
Fela Kuti,
Aloha Tigers,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.