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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Motorama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Davy DMX,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Almond,
Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
X-101,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Susan Cadogan,
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
Zapp,
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Lungfish,
Television,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rosa Yemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Magazine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
Cybotron,
Junior Murvin,
Fatback Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.