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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Yaz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Gong,
Ten City,
MDC,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
Quadrant,
Gichy Dan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ossler,
Tommy Roe,
Stetsasonic,
David Axelrod,
Sam Rivers,
Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Brick,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Sarah Menescal,
A Certain Ratio,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Easy Going,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lungfish,
Harry Pussy,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
Drexciya,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Wake,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.