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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 T. Rex 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eve St. Jones,
Desert Stars,
The Vogues,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
Grey Daturas,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
Franke,
Neil Young,
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon,
Rosa Yemen,
Lungfish,
Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fear,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Gichy Dan,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.