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 Syria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Marine Girls 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Con Funk Shun,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bauhaus,
The Grass Roots,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
Brick,
Unrelated Segments,
Colin Newman,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Hot Snakes,
The Last Poets,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echospace,
John Cale,
Nas,
Q65,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
The Birthday Party,
World's Most,
Simply Red,
Television,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
Lakeside,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
The Music Machine,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronan,
ABBA,
Groovy Waters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mr. Review,
Zapp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.