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 Korea North and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Black Dice to the disco 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minor Threat,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
Swans,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
Jacques Brel,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Quando Quango,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
Kenny Larkin,
The Last Poets,
AZ,
Scientists,
The Doors,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Dolphy,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Hot Snakes,
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
New Age Steppers,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.