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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Age Steppers,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
Bad Manners,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
Intrusion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
Sister Nancy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
Carl Craig,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
Visage,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Gang Dance,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
Mantronix,
Deadbeat,
The Mojo Men,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
Quantec,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.