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 Brunei and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the techno 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Marc Almond,
Thee Headcoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Pere Ubu,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faust,
The Victims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
PIL,
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Minny Pops,
the Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Star Department,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
Yazoo,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
Junior Murvin,
Jawbox,
Angry Samoans,
Icehouse,
Absolute Body Control,
X-102,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Dolphy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
Brothers Johnson,
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
The Martian,
Japan,
Easy Going,
Yaz,
DNA,
The Angels of Light,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.