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 Estonia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Boogie Down Productions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ponytail,
Groovy Waters,
Harmonia,
Ituana,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
Massinfluence,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Urselle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Das Ding,
Drexciya,
Moby Grape,
Kas Product,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maleditus Sound,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
The Cure,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Intrusion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bob Dylan,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.