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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Lou Reed to the funk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish 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?
Josef K,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kayak,
Ken Boothe,
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Last Poets,
Joensuu 1685,
PIL,
The Star Department,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
Eddi Front,
Gang Green,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
Marine Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios,
The Fuzztones,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
June of 44,
The Raincoats,
Ituana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
ABC,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.