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 Equatorial Guinea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
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 sitar 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Terry,
The Count Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Human League,
Wings,
Warsaw,
Moebius,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
Lalann,
Morten Harket,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anthony Braxton,
Wally Richardson,
Brass Construction,
The Slits,
Loose Ends,
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
Heaven 17,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
The Busters,
Mo-Dettes,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
Brick,
The Fuzztones,
Japan,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.