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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 The New Christs to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
The Names,
Newcleus,
Kenny Larkin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minnie Riperton,
Television Personalities,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
Crime,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
Alton Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
Deadbeat,
Charles Mingus,
Steve Hackett,
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids,
Boredoms,
Q and Not U,
Malaria!,
MDC,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Enemy,
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Bananas,
Robert Wyatt,
Accadde A,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.