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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Sonic Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Golliwogs,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camouflage,
Ten City,
Wally Richardson,
Crash Course in Science,
Television Personalities,
The Happenings,
Guru Guru,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eden Ahbez,
World's Most,
the Slits,
Japan,
James White and The Blacks,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
Accadde A,
Peter and Kerry,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
the Normal,
David Axelrod,
The Red Krayola,
The Trojans,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Hill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
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.