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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mad Mike to the grime 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
H. Thieme,
John Cale,
Surgeon,
Michelle Simonal,
10cc,
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
Freddie Wadling,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacob Miller,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liliput,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alison Limerick,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
David McCallum,
Gang Green,
Technova,
The Standells,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
Animal Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
Negative Approach,
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U,
Howard Jones,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
Dark Day,
Shoche,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.