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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ornette Coleman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
Black Moon,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonic Youth,
The Searchers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick May,
Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
Visage,
Qualms,
Rod Modell,
Juan Atkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
The Selecter,
The Pretty Things,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
Lee Hazlewood,
E-Dancer,
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet,
Lalann,
Maleditus Sound,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kenny Larkin,
the Germs,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
Dennis Brown,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magma,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.