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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Raincoats to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
Von Mondo,
Rakim,
Can,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
Icehouse,
Aswad,
the Normal,
X-101,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
The New Christs,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
Pierre Henry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
Essential Logic,
Bill Wells,
E-Dancer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gong,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skarface,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül II,
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
Erasure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.