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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Patti Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Patti Smith,
Dark Day,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Basic Channel,
DNA,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
The Durutti Column,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
The Evens,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Pulsallama,
Jandek,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television,
James White and The Blacks,
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
Dave Gahan,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Faust,
Sugar Minott,
Albert Ayler,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.