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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Gichy Dan 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Sneak,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Techniques,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
Rosa Yemen,
Porter Ricks,
Anakelly,
the Germs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
Q and Not U,
Scion,
The Young Rascals,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
the Human League,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
F. McDonald,
Second Layer,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Archie Shepp,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.