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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Saccharine Trust to the rock 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
Slave,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
The Index,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
T.S.O.L.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sarah Menescal,
The Move,
The Sonics,
Talk Talk,
The Pretty Things,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Charles Mingus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Audionom,
kango's stein massive,
OOIOO,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Joy Division,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
The Moleskins,
E-Dancer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.