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 Latvia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Aaron Thompson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
Boredoms,
Shoche,
Boz Scaggs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Busters,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Franke,
Chrome,
Black Moon,
Model 500,
Scion,
the Soft Cell,
Pole,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios,
Visage,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
Scientists,
Sun Ra,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
Trumans Water,
Terry Callier,
AZ,
Quadrant,
Crime,
Mo-Dettes,
The American Breed,
Audionom,
Thee Headcoats,
Stiv Bators,
The Last Poets,
Funkadelic,
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fortunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rotary Connection,
Sam Rivers,
The Fugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.