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 Bolivia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 China Crisis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Litter,
Hoover,
The Young Rascals,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donny Hathaway,
the Human League,
Bauhaus,
David Axelrod,
Vainqueur,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
Dorothy Ashby,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
Tubeway Army,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Scientists,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques,
Talk Talk,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Aswad,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Last Poets,
Warsaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
The Fall,
Excepter,
Masters at Work,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.