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 Nauru and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barracudas to the disco 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Lynne,
Clear Light,
The Music Machine,
Al Stewart,
Magazine,
Tom Boy,
Thee Headcoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Country Teasers,
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
The Raincoats,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
the Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Outsiders,
Marc Almond,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
Oblivians,
Zapp,
Parry Music,
Japan,
Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Procol Harum,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
AZ,
Judy Mowatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Subhumans,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.