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 Russia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Albert Ayler to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fall,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy Collins,
David Axelrod,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marvin Gaye,
Talk Talk,
X-102,
Make Up,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
Rites of Spring,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
Franke,
Television Personalities,
Erykah Badu,
Echospace,
Panda Bear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Stockholm Monsters,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
Freddie Wadling,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
Ossler,
Joe Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
The Evens,
Agent Orange,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.