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 Taiwan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Misunderstood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Subhumans,
Jawbox,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
The Sound,
Neu!,
Nik Kershaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Patti Smith,
Main Source,
Kerri Chandler,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
Saccharine Trust,
Cymande,
Todd Terry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-102,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young,
Magma,
DNA,
Matthew Halsall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.