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 Ghana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Monks to the crunk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brand Nubian,
The Knickerbockers,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalann,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
David Bowie,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
Nico,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Archie Shepp,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gong,
Kayak,
James White and The Blacks,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skarface,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Intrusion,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Near,
Unrelated Segments,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
Young Marble Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
The Five Americans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.