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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lalann to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Red Krayola,
Funky Four + One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joensuu 1685,
Tom Boy,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
Scratch Acid,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Wasted Youth,
The Motions,
John Cale,
Technova,
Mo-Dettes,
Jandek,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Deadbeat,
K-Klass,
The Dirtbombs,
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
Nils Olav,
MC5,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Starr,
Eli Mardock,
R.M.O.,
Boredoms,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
Quadrant,
D'Angelo,
X-102,
The Trojans,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.