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 Maldives and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
D'Angelo,
Easy Going,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
Aloha Tigers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
Nick Fraelich,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blancmange,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Thee Headcoats,
Fat Boys,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
Smog,
The Standells,
The Move,
The New Christs,
Fluxion,
Symarip,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
Public Enemy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
Alton Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.