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 Latvia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 D'Angelo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Glenn Branca,
Visage,
Average White Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
Sarah Menescal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
Technova,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DNA,
Newcleus,
Sonic Youth,
The Martian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
This Heat,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Tremeloes,
The Gladiators,
the Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
The Grass Roots,
John Foxx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
Ludus,
Inner City,
Scott Walker,
Slave,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Kinks,
Joe Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Girls At Our Best!,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
The Modern Lovers,
Ponytail,
X-102,
Magma,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
Banda Bassotti,
Reagan Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Susan Cadogan,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.