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 Finland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deepchord to the punk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
Heaven 17,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
Ponytail,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Moon,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ludus,
The Walker Brothers,
Rod Modell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q65,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
Cheater Slicks,
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
Alphaville,
Lower 48,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
Royal Trux,
Althea and Donna,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Magazine,
The Trojans,
Terry Callier,
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
MC5,
Judy Mowatt,
Archie Shepp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Connie Case,
Fear,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted 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.