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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
The Misunderstood,
The Saints,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
OOIOO,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bizarre Inc.,
MDC,
Juan Atkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Khruangbin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacob Miller,
Panda Bear,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
Erasure,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
Livin' Joy,
Henry Cow,
Lakeside,
Pagans,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
Ten City,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
Agent Orange,
DNA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
The Doors,
Eve St. Jones,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.