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 Liberia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 The New Christs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Marmalade,
The Motions,
Matthew Halsall,
X-102,
Derrick Morgan,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
The Evens,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Hood,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yaz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slackers,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siglo XX,
Talk Talk,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
Dawn Penn,
Desert Stars,
Motorama,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funky Four + One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June Days,
the Germs,
Ronan,
Grey Daturas,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cowsills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Main Source,
Derrick May,
The Busters,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.