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 Austria and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Patti Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Albert Ayler,
Sonic Youth,
Moss Icon,
New Order,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronan,
The Blues Magoos,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
The Vogues,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
Second Layer,
Warsaw,
Brick,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Saints,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
Malaria!,
The Real Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Audionom,
Underground Resistance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grey Daturas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shuggie Otis,
Suicide,
Pussy Galore,
Panda Bear,
Reuben Wilson,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
Aaron Thompson,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.