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 Thailand and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Radiohead to the punk 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monks,
Don Cherry,
Nils Olav,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
The Moleskins,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
Lyres,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
the Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
Easy Going,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
Mr. Review,
Angry Samoans,
John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Young Marble Giants,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Stooges,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Whodini,
X-Ray Spex,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.