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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Janne Schatter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Aswad,
Essential Logic,
Dead Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Star Department,
Alice Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
China Crisis,
The Monks,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
Bob Dylan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
Second Layer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
One Last Wish,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Henry Cow,
a-ha,
Sonic Youth,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
Bronski Beat,
The Gap Band,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Flag,
The Young Rascals,
Vainqueur,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.