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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Wyatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
Barclay James Harvest,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
B.T. Express,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unwound,
Todd Terry,
Brick,
The Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T.S.O.L.,
Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
Mr. Review,
Letta Mbulu,
Livin' Joy,
The Buckinghams,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Teasers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
Minnie Riperton,
New York Dolls,
Tommy Roe,
Bang On A Can,
Bauhaus,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads,
Flamin' Groovies,
Negative Approach,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.