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 South Africa and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Hashim to the techno 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All X-101 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division 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?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
D'Angelo,
Wings,
Nils Olav,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
Los Fastidios,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
Man Parrish,
Roxy Music,
The Cure,
Suicide,
The Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
The Motions,
Faust,
Alison Limerick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
X-101,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
Bush Tetras,
The Remains,
Fear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
Motorama,
Adolescents,
Slave,
Joensuu 1685,
These Immortal Souls,
Gong,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
Brick,
Accadde A,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.