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 Saudi Arabia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Minny Pops 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
MDC,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
Los Fastidios,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
Reagan Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sandy B,
June Days,
Lyres,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Ten City,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fugazi,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
Little Man,
The Music Machine,
PIL,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cybotron,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Teasers,
Magma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.