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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skaos to the rock 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Heaven 17,
UT,
Scion,
10cc,
Can,
D'Angelo,
Das Ding,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
Blancmange,
Dennis Brown,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
Franke,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
Inner City,
kango's stein massive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish,
The Golliwogs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Nirvana,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
Lyres,
Malaria!,
Animal Collective,
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ken Boothe,
The Grass Roots,
Nas,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
Aswad,
Bluetip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.