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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Fuzztones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
June Days,
ABC,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
Suicide,
Fugazi,
Young Marble Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
The Names,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Victims,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
Ossler,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
Supertramp,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
Mr. Review,
Fear,
Man Eating Sloth,
In Retrospect,
Stetsasonic,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Goldenarms,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
The Invisible,
Flipper,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
Matthew Halsall,
Morten Harket,
cv313,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
Sister Nancy,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.