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 Congo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Sight & Sound to the grunge 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
The Trojans,
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic,
Gabor Szabo,
The Count Five,
Quantec,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
Arcadia,
One Last Wish,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young,
China Crisis,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerri Chandler,
Panda Bear,
Skaos,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Susan Cadogan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
Clear Light,
Camouflage,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
PIL,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
Infiniti,
Eddi Front,
The Searchers,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.