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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the techno 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
LL Cool J,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
Howard Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Susan Cadogan,
FM Einheit,
Ice-T,
Crime,
The Toasters,
Vainqueur,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Oneida,
the Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Loose Ends,
The Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Babytalk,
MC5,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mo-Dettes,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
Don Cherry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronan,
Darondo,
The Slits,
the Association,
Qualms,
Magma,
Section 25,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Iggy Pop,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.