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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Grass Roots to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
F. McDonald,
Rufus Thomas,
Kayak,
AZ,
The Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
Man Eating Sloth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
Darondo,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agitation Free,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
The Motions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Style,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Lyres,
John Lydon,
The Sound,
Audionom,
The Techniques,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-102,
Wire,
Zapp,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.