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 India and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Angry Samoans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delta 5,
Moebius,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lucky Dragons,
Schoolly D,
ABBA,
New Order,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Buckinghams,
Lyres,
Marc Almond,
Sister Nancy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dead C,
The Index,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
A Certain Ratio,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABC,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
Excepter,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
E-Dancer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minor Threat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oblivians,
Gang Green,
Reagan Youth,
Can,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
Idris Muhammad,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.