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 Argentina and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Stiv Bators to the grime 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
UT,
Country Teasers,
Au Pairs,
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence,
June Days,
Pantytec,
the Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erasure,
Anakelly,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantaleimon,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
Faraquet,
Pole,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Rundgren,
Zapp,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
Joyce Sims,
Depeche Mode,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alice Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Görl,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Don Cherry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.