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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Crispian St. Peters to the dance 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
Gang of Four,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers,
U.S. Maple,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
New Order,
UT,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Womack,
ABC,
Skriet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Flag,
Tom Boy,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
Iggy Pop,
LL Cool J,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Associates,
The Dead C,
Los Fastidios,
Japan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crash Course in Science,
Newcleus,
John Foxx,
Piero Umiliani,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
The American Breed,
Aaron Thompson,
Spandau Ballet,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
Boredoms,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.