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 Peru and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Rites of Spring to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
PIL,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
The Happenings,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
The Invisible,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dirtbombs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Outsiders,
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
The Blackbyrds,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
Grauzone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
MC5,
The Knickerbockers,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
Y Pants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Sneak,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.