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 Laos and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
10cc,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
X-102,
Traffic Nightmare,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
Can,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman,
JFA,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
Josef K,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
Skarface,
Lakeside,
the Normal,
Lyres,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
The Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Model 500,
Hardrive,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Terry,
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerrie Biddell,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
Marmalade,
The Cure,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
The Motions,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pylon,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.