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 Turkey and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grime 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
Pylon,
Youth Brigade,
Hot Snakes,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
Dennis Brown,
Man Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Gong,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joensuu 1685,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
Intrusion,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
Robert Wyatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
Pharoah Sanders,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
the Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Wasted Youth,
Television,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.