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 Philippines and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brothers Johnson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Q and Not U,
Fugazi,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Hoover,
Joensuu 1685,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Saccharine Trust,
ABC,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
The Toasters,
Radiohead,
Fad Gadget,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
CMW,
Technova,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Wake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Piero Umiliani,
New York Dolls,
Sugar Minott,
Ituana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.