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 Australia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Supertramp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
JFA,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
MDC,
Hashim,
Robert Hood,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neu!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
MC5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Residents,
Oneida,
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
Buzzcocks,
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
Interpol,
Deakin,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.