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 Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Au Pairs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Intrusion,
Malaria!,
Dark Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Kaleidoscope,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter,
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
Niagra,
Ossler,
Avey Tare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nirvana,
The Tremeloes,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Velvet Underground,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
The New Christs,
Wasted Youth,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic 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.