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 Congo 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Hot Snakes to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monochrome Set,
John Holt,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Iggy Pop,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
X-Ray Spex,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
Freddie Wadling,
The Young Rascals,
Ossler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
Slave,
Hot Snakes,
The Slits,
Section 25,
Nirvana,
Yellowson,
Archie Shepp,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arcadia,
Public Enemy,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Von Mondo,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Hill,
Television,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.