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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hoover,
The Wake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stereo Dub,
Suburban Knight,
John Foxx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magazine,
Sällskapet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
Deepchord,
Piero Umiliani,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reagan Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun City Girls,
The Monks,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Cecil Taylor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cramps,
Mandrill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Don Cherry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
Youth Brigade,
Khruangbin,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.