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 Australia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Desert Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Swell Maps,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy Collins,
X-101,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
Black Sheep,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
MDC,
Scion,
Pharoah Sanders,
CMW,
The Black Dice,
Judy Mowatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q65,
Cameo,
The Litter,
Amazonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
Television Personalities,
John Holt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Qualms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delta 5,
The Names,
Maurizio,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
Eli Mardock,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.