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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
Mr. Review,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
Josef K,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
This Heat,
Quantec,
The Standells,
Faust,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
John Holt,
The Wake,
Andrew Hill,
Monks,
Marc Almond,
Nas,
Glenn Branca,
New Order,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Motorama,
Y Pants,
Swans,
Country Teasers,
the Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Simply Red,
Model 500,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Five Americans,
Dead Boys,
John Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Donald Byrd,
K-Klass,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.