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 the UAE and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grime 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
The Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Sugar Minott,
Angry Samoans,
Panda Bear,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Clarke,
Barry Ungar,
Tim Buckley,
Malaria!,
Ultra Naté,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
Rakim,
Monolake,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlback,
T. Rex,
Index,
Ossler,
LL Cool J,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Velvet Underground,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
Monks,
Babytalk,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Connie Case,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maurizio,
PIL,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Fraelich,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crime,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agent Orange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.