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 Italy and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Swans to the dance 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
New York Dolls,
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
Gang of Four,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Black Flag,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
Marc Almond,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Bananas,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quando Quango,
The Gladiators,
Altered Images,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
Technova,
E-Dancer,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
One Last Wish,
The Music Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore,
Interpol,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
A Certain Ratio,
Deadbeat,
Kas Product,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.