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 Sweden and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 The Gories to the disco 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
JFA,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Al Stewart,
John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
Ultravox,
Dual Sessions,
Agent Orange,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tubeway Army,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pretty Things,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sällskapet,
Sixth Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
Von Mondo,
Patti Smith,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
Hasil Adkins,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
Visage,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
Amazonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
Stiv Bators,
Sarah Menescal,
Adolescents,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.