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 Cambodia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 The Divine Comedy to the rock 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pylon,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Osbourne,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronan,
New Order,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lakeside,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys,
Derrick May,
The Associates,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
Bauhaus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Move,
MC5,
Iggy Pop,
Quadrant,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deadbeat,
Scientists,
Yellowson,
The Monks,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
Niagra,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne,
Yazoo,
Skriet,
Organ,
Peter and Kerry,
AZ,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
Kas Product,
June of 44,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.