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 Fiji and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Alice Coltrane to the funk 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
Stetsasonic,
Magazine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
KRS-One,
Johnny Clarke,
Danielle Patucci,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barrington Levy,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
The Smoke,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
Technova,
The American Breed,
Howard Jones,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Visage,
Mark Hollis,
the Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gladiators,
Section 25,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
Hot Snakes,
Scratch Acid,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.