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 Ecuador and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DJ Sneak 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hardrive,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
Popol Vuh,
The Techniques,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
It's A Beautiful Day,
D'Angelo,
Mr. Review,
The Music Machine,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
B.T. Express,
Ultravox,
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
Rekid,
Pierre Henry,
The Blackbyrds,
Buzzcocks,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lyres,
Derrick May,
Throbbing Gristle,
Laurel Aitken,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mojo Men,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
Suicide,
The J.B.'s,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw,
Hashim,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.