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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Eyeless In Gaza 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Tubeway Army,
The Black Dice,
The Fall,
Barrington Levy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
Excepter,
JFA,
Mantronix,
Half Japanese,
Henry Cow,
Blancmange,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gun Club,
The Names,
The Associates,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
Howard Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pussy Galore,
D'Angelo,
The Buckinghams,
Qualms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
Stiv Bators,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nas,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.