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 Oman and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Model 500 to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Howard Jones,
10cc,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Colin Newman,
Country Teasers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Guru Guru,
Rapeman,
Hoover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
Michelle Simonal,
Ohio Players,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Qualms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
Dark Day,
Unwound,
The Wake,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
the Slits,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
A Certain Ratio,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.