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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
Interpol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
Bronski Beat,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q65,
The Gladiators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
Mars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
The Cure,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
The Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
Wings,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magma,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül II,
June Days,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.