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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Reuben Wilson to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
Don Cherry,
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
Archie Shepp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monochrome Set,
Nirvana,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five,
Surgeon,
Brick,
Heaven 17,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Colin Newman,
Bob Dylan,
a-ha,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-101,
Bill Near,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Basic Channel,
Lindisfarne,
Sarah Menescal,
the Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column,
Pole,
Hardrive,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
Jandek,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
The Martian,
Harry Pussy,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.