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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neil Young to the electroclash 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Roxette,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
Flipper,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arab on Radar,
Dark Day,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moebius,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
In Retrospect,
kango's stein massive,
Ultravox,
Spoonie Gee,
Thee Headcoats,
The Happenings,
Lindisfarne,
Judy Mowatt,
Procol Harum,
Chrome,
Drive Like Jehu,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
Scan 7,
The Gun Club,
Main Source,
Juan Atkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick Morgan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
Mo-Dettes,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
ABC,
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.