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 East Timor and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Pole to the dance 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sixth Finger,
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
New Order,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
Audionom,
The J.B.'s,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Stooges,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
Erasure,
The Index,
Symarip,
Jandek,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Golliwogs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dead C,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Grauzone,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.