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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 The Vogues to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erasure,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Near,
Lyres,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
Janne Schatter,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
The Leaves,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
Adolescents,
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nico,
The Victims,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
Newcleus,
Rekid,
Easy Going,
Flipper,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Beau Brummels,
Deepchord,
Stetsasonic,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal,
Goldenarms,
KRS-One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.