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 Grenada and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Silicon Teens to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
The Leaves,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultra Naté,
The Victims,
Flipper,
Darondo,
Kas Product,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Halsall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Surgeon,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson,
X-101,
UT,
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
Yellowson,
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
Alton Ellis,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
Make Up,
MC5,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
The Toasters,
Animal Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
The Trojans,
Chris Corsano,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.