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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 John Foxx to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Angry Samoans,
Oneida,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aswad,
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Carl Craig,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
Neu!,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
Josef K,
Scott Walker,
Eric Copeland,
Janne Schatter,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
The Last Poets,
Darondo,
Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Panda Bear,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slackers,
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Symarip,
The Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gories,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.