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 Liberia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Pagans to the punk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
Matthew Halsall,
Main Source,
Fatback Band,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Ultra Naté,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neu!,
These Immortal Souls,
Suburban Knight,
Index,
Mars,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
E-Dancer,
The Cure,
Grey Daturas,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sparks,
Severed Heads,
U.S. Maple,
Symarip,
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Panda Bear,
the Bar-Kays,
Monolake,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
Sexual Harrassment,
OOIOO,
Steve Hackett,
The Cramps,
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
Chris Corsano,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Das Ding,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Barracudas,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.