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 Antigua and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Alphaville to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
Henry Cow,
Unwound,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
a-ha,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
EPMD,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Sheep,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
UT,
Jawbox,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Audionom,
The Skatalites,
Ice-T,
Arcadia,
Masters at Work,
The Gap Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
Barry Ungar,
Smog,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
Procol Harum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arab on Radar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Zeros,
The Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans,
ABBA,
Terry Callier,
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.