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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Talk Talk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Trumans Water,
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
cv313,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
The Standells,
Ituana,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Green,
The Stooges,
Delta 5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Interpol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
Scratch Acid,
Jacob Miller,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.