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 Jordan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Fat Boys to the funk 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
T. Rex,
The Modern Lovers,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-Ray Spex,
The Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Stiv Bators,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus,
Das Ding,
The Moleskins,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms,
the Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Lindisfarne,
The American Breed,
Make Up,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
Sex Pistols,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
Camberwell Now,
Khruangbin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aswad,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.