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 Lucia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 New York Dolls to the jazz 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Christie,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
Mantronix,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Swans,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
Fugazi,
Jeff Lynne,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
Nico,
Monolake,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
This Heat,
Sun City Girls,
Hoover,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visage,
Y Pants,
Popol Vuh,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.