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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dead C,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mummies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The American Breed,
Basic Channel,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Circle Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Underground Resistance,
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
Pulsallama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Colin Newman,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
ABBA,
Hasil Adkins,
Make Up,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Motorama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Teasers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.